Posted Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Nephew Texas Boy & BeatKing] (808 Mafia) Nephy Nephy told me I'm good in the A Fuckin' right Hold up, hold up Come on [Chorus: BeatKing] In the club with some killers and we posted up You can tell where we at 'cause all the hoes with us If you talkin' to the people, you can't stand close to us Got your girl in VIP, I might just smash or whatever Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, hold up Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah [Verse 1: BeatKing] Flexin' on these broke hoes that got a baller attitude Flexin' on these broke hoes that got a baller attitude Bitch, you too old for the line I'm posted up with the nine I got the Ghost and it's mine You can't keep up but you tryin' RIP Bankroll, bitch, I'm poppin' shit Club Godzilla, I got rich off a bitch I got the green lean, I got the Xans Mix it up if you tryna die I fucked your bitch, she ain't know me I had to do it, she was a bad ho I told the bitch keep it low-key Left side of the piano I'm in Onyx with Wired Up and we posted up with that gas, nigga I hate me a thirsty bitch that ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I pass, nigga I swear to God I'm good on 'em I swear to God I'm good on 'em I swear to God I'm, hold up (Club God) [Chorus: BeatKing] In the club with some killers and we posted up You can tell where we at 'cause all the hoes with us If you talkin' to the people, you can't stand close to us Got your girl in VIP, I might just smash or whatever Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, hold up Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah [Verse 2: Nephew Texas Boy] Nephy posted up watchin' all the hoes Lookin' like my whole body froze When the plug bring the backend in If it look right then I'm buyin' all of those Keep green like a botanist Yeah, it's true, what you heard 'bout me (Yup) Servin' niggas like a Waffle House I cook this dope in your face Prices so low (What?) My out-of-town niggas gotta race Sippin' on lean, help my patient My eyes feel so low like an Asian Eatin' Percs like I'm Pacman When the dope jump, it do back bands Sand make a nigga stutter I only hang in the gutter And elate myself from these fuck niggas They some hoes, boy, and I know it Type of nigga that you put on a lick and them fuck niggas gon' blow it Mama said don't talk to strangers 'cause stranger niggas wear wires Talkin' all that gangster shit but know your ass won't ride, nigga [Chorus: BeatKing] In the club with some killers and we posted up You can tell where we at 'cause all the hoes with us If you talkin' to the people, you can't stand close to us Got your girl in VIP, I might just smash or whatever Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, hold up Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah [Outro: BeatKing] Posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah