Lyrics USPS - Kamaara , Witchouse 40k

U-S-P-S
Loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha fuckers off the deep end
Muhfucka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining

When I post up
Scan my holsta'
Metal get detecting if you selling on my corna
When I crack the seal I start to cough I got corona
You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta'

Popping nolie switch fall and land on bitches titties (um)
If you bitches want me then you gotta come and get me (okay)
Fourteen for the pack turn to three five in a jiffy (um)
Pack another zip and hit up eight ounce for delivery (yeah)

Rob a Taco Bell and tell 'em pussies give mе all the cheese
Itching get to scratching twеaking badly I got fucken fleas
Pull up to the party bitches want me gotta pay the fee
Baby shook it fast that big fat ass broke out the fucken seams

Come on send the Addy
Are you capping?
No I'm not
Next day shipping
Grab the glicky
Ship myself inside a box

I can hear you from a distance start to tremble when you talk
Pop out with the Glock you getting cropped like
Photoshop now watch me when
I walk walk walk walk walk leaving paper trails
I talk talk talk talk talk till her clothes are falling
Off off off cough drop choking on this hard cock
Teeing off that bitch she grip my iron in a golf cart

Hey bitch
Never mind don't say shit
I be getting money why you bitches be the fakest
Laugh in your face
On my ass but getting paid
Oh my god I hit the blunt and holy fuck I think it's laced

U.S.P.S
Loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha fuckers off the deep end
Muhfucka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining

When I post up
Scan my holsta'
Metal get detecting if you selling on my corna
When I crack the seal I start to cough I got corona
You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta'

40 in this bitch and ain't nobody runnin' past me
I been movin' weight, I run it up jus like an athlete
Choppa with a .45 gon fire up 'atcho khakis
And I might take yo soul away you Neva gonna tag me

Huh On attack
Huh Tooly through your flak
Huh Echolocating all on yo clique just like a bat
Huh, huh

Gimme all the cheese
Bitch I am a rat
Huh, huh
Shawty off the bean
Told her flip da pack
Huh, huh

Fuck with a Witch, fuck with that kid
I ain't ever taking no survivors, I been seeing red
I be with the lasers, imma fire and leave 'em all for dead
I ain't ever speaking, only silence do my time instead
Lil bish

Huh, huh
Chronic from L.A
And my shawty from the bay
Got the gang up on the chain
Like uh, uh
I ain't got a face
Got a mouth fulla fangs
And a coffin with your name on it (Huh, huh)

Chronic from L.A
And my shawty from the bay
Got the gang up on the chain
Like uh, uh, uh
I ain't got a face
Got a mouth fulla fangs
And a coffin with your name on it
Ha, ha