postcards

Singer: king los

yeah

we ain't got nothin' for these haters

but some postcards

ha

postcards

king los

yeah. we shittin' on the game

by the time they hear this

we be probably sittin' on a plane

waving by

see you

fuck up out my lane

that's the perfect time to exit

nigga fuck up out the game

like

rings on

king shit

throne shit

bow down i got rings on

i'm like

go hard

we ain't

got nothin'

for bitch niggas but postcards

we ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas

but postcards

ugh

in one week i see two

three jets

zoned like a 2-3

gucci sweats

i'm a trapper keeper keep that loose leaf fresh

that's packs of paper

stacks of acres

i mack

you i'm rap's new savior

i should tattoo haters on my nuts cause that's where they be

yeah they be

trynna follow me and be ahead of me

seventy

severed chevrolet and bumpin' heavy d

steadily

i just get my mack on nigga

never back out

never turn my back on niggas

i just black on niggas

like lights out

iced out

if these niggas way beyond my motherfuckin' wipeout

niggas ain't trill

ain't built like this

this my real life bitch i pay bills like this

i just feel like i could make mills like shiiit

so i shit mills out while you feel like shit

chill

you don't want none of this here

i summon this here

this my summer this year

and i'm stuntin' this year on a pj

how the fuck i make it out without a dj

woah

we shittin' on the game

by the time they hear this

we be probably sittin' on a plane

waving by

see you

fuck up out my lane

that's the perfect time to exit

nigga fuck up out the game

like

rings on

king shit

throne shit

bow down i got rings on

i'm like

go hard

we ain't

got nothin'

for bitch niggas but postcards

we ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas

but postcards

i'm somewhere under palm trees

with a blonde piece within arm's reach

y'all niggas ain't blowin' that strong either

i had a little talk with a palm reader

say money

money

money

money

coins

coins

cash

scrilla

drop

lamb

got

damn

going

going

fast

nigga

zoom

i'm somewhere on the moon lookin' down

you stuck somewhere in the room lookin' round

who cookin' now? me

who the fuck thought it could be

b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t-i-n-g

i can see

a lot of that comin' from your clique right now

so i'm writin' postcards in this bitch right now

like ugh

next time you see me i'll probably be different

i told you niggas

you can run back and tell the whole fuckin' city when you saw me

i was lookin' like a whole new nigga

king

we shittin' on the game

by the time they hear this

we be probably sittin' on a plane

waving by

see you

fuck up out my lane

that's the perfect time to exit

nigga fuck up out the game

like

rings on

king shit

throne shit

bow down i got rings on

i'm like

go hard

we ain't

got nothin'

for bitch niggas but postcards

we ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas

but postcards

we shittin' on the game

by the time they hear this

we be probably sittin' on a plane

waving by

see you

fuck up out my lane

that's the perfect time to exit

nigga fuck up out the game

like

rings on

king shit

throne shit

bow down i got rings on

i'm like

go hard

we ain't

got nothin'

for bitch niggas but postcards

we ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas

but postcards