Posted At The Store

Lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Joc] Catch me in the hood posted at the store Catch me in the hood posted at the store Catch me in the hood posted at the store pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough [Verse 1: Yung Joc] They know the name, they love the swag When they hear this shit they gone say he's back A hundred niggas we suited up Did you here that? Bitch we tooled up Sweet potatoes in the kitchen they cooking boy Point em out, point em out, the Feds Lookin' Boy I got beaucoup work, but I never seen the shit I never touch the dope, bitch no finger prints Posted in the Monte Carlo with the t's on it, I sold the davas on it Went thrown some d's on it Skittles and the thrax got it by the boat load city on lock bitch put it in a choke hold We keep them chickens, Im a breast man, I'm not Usher Raymond Joc don't confess man And if you got some shit to got up off yah chest man you look sleepy, get some rest man [Verse 2: Yung ralph] I be posted on the block whether rain or sunny Yung Ralph Cleveland ave Mr. Get Money, Mr. Sick Wrist, Mr. Crazy Charm Drought season, work cost a leg and a arm I be posted at the Amoco, getting cash yeah I'm parked at the pump but I ain't pumping gas I be on a mission, making transitions on up the interstate with bricks in my transmission Running back to back to cars like a track meet, army guns clip long like Shaq feet They call me shell shawty and I remember that it's summer time but my wrist bring December back I heard a rumor out say I won't do shit but I keep goons around me I ain't got to shoot shit Joc roll the kush and I pour up the lean, billionaire status we repping swagg team [Chorus: Yung Joc] Catch me in the hood posted at the store Catch me in the hood posted at the store Catch me in the hood posted at the store pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough [Verse 3: Yung Joc & Gucci Mane] Now the cookie cutter cut the butter starter just like dauterman now camaband is swarming in they say I'm drug loitering Smoking on a stem or yah smoking a coke can Still got the party pack so come and have a party Flat shoals and bouldercrest so call me Sun Valley man 98 caprice and it's sounding like the marching band See I pack it in like Pakistan, or soldiers in Afghanistan It's Gucci Mane the african and I'm a black Republican See my watch is Frosted Flakes and my chain Toucan Sam Call me Gucci Mane gamasam I come from Birmingham That's my Alabama, Atlanta riding in a phantom Purple in my purple phantom smoking grape marijuana And the aroma from the Arizona stronger the ammonia Call me Gucci mane I'm looking at you baby girl im on ya Cause I won't ya and I got ya got ya right where I want ya The aroma of the Arizona stronger the ammonia, Gucci [Chorus: Yung Joc] Catch me in the hood posted at the store Catch me in the hood posted at the store Catch me in the hood posted at the store pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough