No Posting

Lyrics

[Intro] (Last name Hendrix, whatever I do) Uh [Verse] I ain't even post in two months I just been locked in my zone, in the cut Just counted two hundred, we still goin' up Ran up a whole hundred bands in a month Really no cap, man, that's word to my son Can't hit her raw if that bitch ain't the one Changed up my ways, I ain't postin' with guns Changed up the state, we still smokin' on Runtz Traffickin' place probably ran through a ton Trappin' for real on the block 'til it's done Too many drugs, I see cops, gotta run Auntie a fiend, she put rock in her lungs Don't give a fuck, bitch, you coppin' or what? No time to talk 'cause I stay in a rush Jrue Holiday how I play with the bucks I know it rain, so I'm savin' it up I know it rain, so I'm savin' it up Ayy, 'cause this shit here get tricky Keep it with me 'cause shit could gеt sticky I'm in Saks with my bitch with the blicky Hundred shots when I ridе through your city 'Cause these niggas tryna you like 50 Now these niggas tryna do you like Ricky Niggas envy, I stay with that glizzy Niggas envy, I stay with the Draco I got real ones from west end to ClayCo I got niggas bang Crip on the payroll I was flyin' that work from the Bay though My lil' man caught a— shh, gotta lay low Hope nobody don't know, gotta pray though My lil' bitch just flew in from LA though Yeah, that booty so squishy like Play-Doh Uh, gotta hit from the back when I see her (Yeah) Had to run up my trap off the meter (Yeah) I was trappin' that heroin, that ether I was sellin' that shit to my people Fuck them niggas, get money with demons Got a lil' bitch, she put dope on that needle Watch the blood come right down like mosquitos Used to sell my lil' weed in the diesels In the yams with your ho eatin' seafood Hollow tips in the clip, but it's see-through Bro said he want you dead, I'm like, "Me too" My lil' bitch know my bible Dorito I'm a boss, I don't do shit that he do Run a bag off a staff on a free throw House arrest, call your bitch up for deep throat Jig got motion, sell pints, rockin' Vlone Got a plug with a ball, get no chemo Want a verse, he tryna give me a kilo Got an artist, he think he gon' be somethin' I was pourin' that drank, knockin' beast mode Rockin' Dolce, got Loubs on my feet though Shoot a movie, next night, do the sequel Fourteen bricks, man, I need it like Rico Had the people tryna give me the RICO Try to raid, shoot a cop through the peephole Rock Amiri, know bro got the heat though Roll with killers, like shark, they gon' eat you You ain't sharp in the hood, they gon' beat you He a fiend, he gon' die for that diesel My lil' man tote that shit like it's legal I go right in that booth, get medieval From that porch, you won't know when I meet you Pull up dips on the yard, me and Vino I can't ride on that bitch like Vin Diesel Got my weight up off noodles and meatloaf Now I'm back rockin' Chrome like an emo Cuban on me, got water like Nemo Fuck around, I'll still sell you a demo I was baggin' up grams of perico Mami plug and she call me bandito I ain't fuckin' with none of you pendejos Had to build up my form like some Legos And my bitch hold the Glock in stilettos Niggas cap like they pops is Geppetto I'ma swerve in a drop through the ghetto I'll take Tris or the Wock', it's whatever He got Percs on the block, but it's fentanyl [Outro] I knew the Perc' was fake, but I still ate it