Song: Postal
Year: 2021
Viewed: 3 - Published at: 9 years ago

(Bandingo YGNE)
I bet I rock white tees and Nikes like I’m Lamar
Talking shit on the net I bet I smack him by tomorrow
I bet I crack that nigga jaw
You’re just a bitch after all
Bet I smack em front of the law
With hella fetty in my drawls
Put you hood up pull your mask down it time to slide
Bro said this what he been waiting for it’s time for them to die
But if I keep stepping in these Air Force 1s bet I show em something
Need a new pair been working hard like all month
Haters not trying to get beat that nigga a bitch he just wanna talk tough
What you know about being a man
Girl I can’t let you hold my bands
No cap you just a fan
If I got locked up today are you going to run it up for me
If I got locked up today are you going to give up my pussy
I just rеturn the same enеrgy they say im a bully
Fuck that you feel me now
Follow a nigga just to shoot ‘em like im TMZ
Bet that choppy make him face plant like a DDT
And I got the heat
Just in case you want to beef with me
You niggas in trouble if I get my hands on RPG
Huston we have a fucking problem

(King Fuego of Fuego Gang)

Oh yes we do yes we do

I’ll slap the confidence out your consciousness
I keep my promises
Think you city bulletproof in the city is not metropolis
Since you think you Superman let’s test out the hypothesis
Hit you with this iron man you gonna be feeling marvelous
Welcome to the wild wild West mask up anonymous
I got a pull his bitch out the assert my dominance
Shooting through the hoodie drop body but no cartridges
He was talking out his neck until he got hit in esophagus
I ain’t never caught a body if the feds ever wanna know
I was busy bussing down his baby mama at my latest show
Head so good is airtight like my alibi she pulled out my sword so fast like she a samurai
She almost took my soul the only thing that I testify a Nigga fell back and play with pussy just improvise i’m sticking to my story you can think and you can visualize
If the opps start asking questions man I hope they catch the guy
(nah I ain’t done I ain’t done)
(let me go back in)
(let me talk me shit)
(let me talk me shit, let me talk me shit ahh)
Niggas said he gonna kill me tell me why I’m here
Pull up to his hood and make them drop and disappear
Better warn that Nigga voice up in his ear
Cause I got a baby chop let a nigga volunteer
Fucking with a nigga now your mama crying tears
Just don’t line me with no nigga bet no nigga can compare
Why you trust that bitch cuz she just set you up just like a chair
Cuz you walked up looking bold now you floating in the air
Better tell that nigga (wait)
Taking shots to the face
Put the metal to his teeth like that nigga wear a brace
Watch me go and bet a case
I ain’t run up in your place
Cuz I’m shooting from the car that’s the gun not the base
But you can’t make me stop
I watch the body’s drop
She taking off her top
But she can’t get a job
One eye close when you hit I feel like fetty wap
Now she a 10 when she giving head and giving top
Awe shit
I’m going postal in this bitch, bout to go a lil crazy

( Fuego Gang X Bandingo YGNE )
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