Baby Antii - Post Up

What, I ain't even walked in and these hoes all on my dick
Is it that cash that I be stalking or is it cuz I'm fresh as shit
I just might crash I see him walking I don't even care if he with his bitch
And if you bad, I just wanna fuck your hell, nah I ain't buying shit
Nah, I ain't tricking on these bitches, what I look like
I grab my glock start itching on em', if someshit don't seem right
Got setup hoes, we sicking on em' cuz I know that nigga gon' bite

Yeah, this shit chess, not checkers, get a scratcher, playing with your life
Yeah, that track ain't bulletproof, bitch
This hoe was playing on my top so I went got a new bitch
Just like a floor, you can't get mopped, yeah, we slide like a new hit

These niggas asking me to drop, cuz that boy harder than a brick
This new Gen
5 it ain't a prop and this bitch came with a switch
That was my partner, he got locked, then turned to a snitch
I don't even know if, I want this glock, this fn or that stick

Mane this hoe crazy, I was just blocked, now I'm hitting this bitch with dick
You better not post up at that store without your motherfucking gun
I walk them down just like the Slenderman, I'm making niggas run
My niggas spinning like a ceiling fan, I'm paying for they bond

Man, I'm getting tired of this killing, man, I just wanna have fun
Wanna have fun
Spin on block and he wrecked, hit at ya neck
This glock bi-sexual, knowing, boy ima flex

Drop me a check, go pick up a Vette, yeah
Knew a young nigga wasn't trippin, I pull out my dick, that bitch got wet
Don't give a fuck, I ain't listen, I'm kicking her out, I don't need no se
Yeah, get freaky as fuck, when I see my bitch, she throwing that ass, I caress

Yeah, no cap, these niggas had thought I was lying when I told them my bitch was the best,
Drop, smack from the back Yediyea, cut him off at the light, that's a bet
Yeah, get sneaky as fuck, when I'm on the lick on point, I ain't going for that,
That's how It sound, when I shoot my Gat,
Hollon
Yea, yea, yea

I caught my opp, he ran a flat
You know LO, gone catch a hat
And I won't say too much, but I looked at his work, and he a rat
You bet not post up at that store without your motherfucking gun

I walk them down just like the slender man, I'm making niggas run
My niggas spinning like a ceiling fan, I'm paying for they bond
Man, I'm getting tired of this killing, man, I just wanna have fun

Written by:
Keyon Jackson

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