postcode: 8870 Lyrics

Bitch I'm from the 8870

Drake made you paint a six on your pinky toes

Be careful how you talk to me or you're turning cold

Make him do a belly flop on them belly rolls

Straight out the 8870

You might think you got this but you're on your own

Bank account was tiny had to add some O's

If I had to talk to me I would watch my tone

No I'm not with gang I'm from the fucking suburbs

Don't get it twisted, you move wrong, get left in the gutter

Rollin up wizards in a fucking wagon

You can't step to me, flyer than a dragon

Catch me sky walking, flying like Aladdin

Ain't sippin by fourths, I'm sippin by the gallon

You know I'm speed racing, Barry Allen

Catch me down downtown, no Manhattan

Bitch I'm from the 8870

Drake made you paint a six on your pinky toes

Be careful how you talk to me or you're turning cold

Make him do a belly flop on them belly rolls

Straight out the 8870

You might think you got this but you're on your own

Bank account was tiny had to add some O's

If I had to talk to me I would watch my tone

Fold it, roll it, like I'm making pastry

Danish thing coming round looking tasty

She wanna leave the room, get too hazy

But she talking like she wanna have my baby's

Nah nah nah girl you trippin different

Had to tell her twice "you ain't make no senses"

Double, triple up had to reach new levels

Other side greener, I just smoke the devils