Post Me Dead In The Trap lyrics

(Hook)

They like Neph leave that street sh*t alone
b*tch I got good licks and three different phones
Talking all that WHAAA, get gone
n*gga nervous he don’t know what type of time I'm on
At the window hand in hand I get them hammers gone
Get a 31 gone no matter what kind of phone
I done ran up 12,000 on Obama phone
I got different b*tches on my di*k and hearing cold
Yeah I told her, you ain't grinding, b*tch, get out
You ain't at the round table b*tch you gotta sit out
She like Neph my mama right here don't pull them pills out
I'm like, girl, your auntiе right there I got thesе deals out
Where Stewart and cars here, it's a pus*y house
They look like backpack boys yeah cookie house
But it ain't no weed in this b*tch, it's a cookie house
31 grand perfect circle it's a cookie house

(Verse 1)
Auntie, like, where the hell you get that wrist from
Switch on the Glock they like, where you get that glick from
They want to f*ck my b*tch like Big Punt
Broke boy riding with an ounce and a pound bag
n*gga I don't smoke no damn mid, this that za‘ pack
Pulled up so damn fresh they like where your stylist at
I can't trust my mama, cause I think that she might set me up
I can't trust my brother because I think that he might set me up
Jealousy, that's why the good die
He won’t take sh*t from nobody he a Good guy Been the corner, jump out on the stain, that was good times
All them damn war stories, boy telling good lies
Auntie like where that last batch, that's the good kind
b*tch talking bout I'm the only one, she telling good
Lies
Drop a b*tch off in that four-oh, Sport Plus
You ain't spend no money on this hit then shut the f*ck up
(Hook)
They like Neph leave that street sh*t alone
b*tch I got good licks and three different phones
Talking all that WHAAA, get gone
n*gga nervous he don’t know what type of time I'm on
At the window hand in hand I get them hammers gone
Get a 31 gone no matter what kind of phone
I done ran up 12,000 on Obama phone
I got different b*tches on my di*k and hearing cold
Yeah I told her, you ain't grinding, b*tch, get out
You ain't at the round table b*tch you gotta sit out
She like Neph my mama right here don't pull them pills out
I'm like, girl, your auntie right there I got these deals out
Where Stewart and cars here, it's a pus*y house
They look like backpack boys yeah cookie house
But it ain't no weed in this b*tch, it's a cookie house
31 grand perfect circle it's a cookie house