Caskey – Postal (Official Video 2019)

Lyrics “Postal” by Caskey

Off that vanity with choppers ’cause calamity
And folks gon’ lose they sanity
I’m stoned in Los Angeles, where b**ches lose they sanity
With choppers ’cause calamity, yeah

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand
Check inside my pocket, I’m a walkin’ bidness man
Lookin’ at my chopper, y’all don’t want the bidness, man
When you winnin’, they gon’ talk that s**t, don’t give a damn

B**ch, I’m turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence
Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition
Turned up, I don’t need to hear no opposition
Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from b**ches
I’m turned up, feelin’ large, y’all f**k boys don’t try no s**t
That victory mirage, it’s not real life, I’ll fry your s**t
I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I’m knockin’ my list off
Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I’m pissed off
B**ch, I got scars, they don’t want me in charge
We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar
Someone stopped me in the street, thought they’d seen a shootin’ star
That’s just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand
Look inside my pocket, I’m a walkin’ bidness man
Lookin’ at my chopper, y’all don’t want the bidness, man
When you winnin’, people talk that s**t, don’t give a damn

Show up after shows, who brought these h*es to the lobby
I showed up on the harley, turn this hotel to a party
Know shawty and she in love when she get to poppin’ molly
Can’t say that s**t back, I’m sorry, we get drugs in by the dolly
I’m too lit, I’m too pit, I’m turned up with my clique
I’m too real to be arguin’ with y’all, beefin’ ’bout a b**ch
I’m too focused on myself, that’s why I’m on a winnin’ spree
I’m too drunk, too monogamous, in love with hennessy, yeah
And my b**ch so bad, she got big booty, remedy, hey
Skrt off in the foreign car, that drive serenity, yeah
One time this lil thotty sucked me, used too many teeth, yeah
Had to kick that lil h*e out the damn vicinity versuri.online
Go for infinity, my flow more than the legs on centipede
Keep it one century, can’t talk ’bout real ones and not mention me
Ben Franklin mentored me, and got sent for me, drive in my bentley
They can’t stop what’s meant to be, I’m turned up like I’m meant to be

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand
Look inside my pocket, I’m a walkin’ bidness man
Lookin’ at my chopper, y’all don’t want the bidness, man
When you winnin’, people talk that s**t, don’t give a damn

Turned up, on a b**ch, like I’m postal
Postal, yeah, call that, call that goin’ postal
Turned up, on a b**ch , like I’m postal
Yeah, f**k, call that goin’ postal…

➤ Caskey 2019

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