POSTED ft. Bigscrollioo Lyrics

Wishing on a star

That's my emotion, man

To follow where you are

Try

Wishing on a dream

I don't know what it is to the top, but

To follow what it means

Facts

I'm wishing on a star

I'm about to hop on that shit, man

About that shit

Yeah

But just listen

Facts

I'm laid back, I'm focused

Whenever she drop, I'm posted

I be to my circuit, telling myself I don't know shit

I was sitting in the house, I'm hungry

I'm hustling hard, trying to stack these bands

I'ma stop, don't wait, don't hang with no friends

Moving up days, I was out trying to get up

They went to the fall, I went to the win

While I'm at the gang, I'ma stay with their clan

Alone with my brother, this shit ain't right

Living this life, God know how to fight

When you're leaving your house, gotta keep your pipe

These niggas so shy, still take your life

Niggas so shy, still take your life

Fuck my brother, just up at the opp

We put in the park, we jump out the car

Walking nigga down in the middle of the park

The whole so fake, but the bullets so small

No fuck with no bitch, we true like opps

I ain't running from nothing, I ain't running my mouth

I'ma sit down, I'ma do that time

I promise you die, you touch my mind

Bullets pop, like folks just lie

Come outside, we be outside

These niggas be dying, can't trust everybody

Bitches be hard, be catching them bodies

Run up, get blowed by the shotty, I be in the country, you know that I'm body

I be with stuff that ain't right for bodies

They hard for bodies

I'm walking up open that creek low

I don't speak to nobody, these niggas though

I can see me on top, my mind full of gold

I'm blessing this shit, my mama know

I'm walking up open that creek low

I don't speak to nobody, these niggas though

I can see me on top, my mind full of gold

I'm blessing this shit, my mama know

I'm missing all the dreams

Follow what it means

It's Tony, my brothers, we lock in

We get to the money, we stay on ten

I see me up, I bust that

He got off, I took that

I promise I'ma get my lit back

I ain't scaring no nigga with no big back

My shit'll be ready to slide

Yeah, yeah

He bust the Glock, be ready to die

We miss some shots, we spend back

We stepping on blocks, we took that

Don't talk about beef, I'll wait till I get him

I'ma catch that boy, I can't wait till I get him

We ridin' around the state

We creeping your city, we ridin' around with the cake

Walking the store with a Glock on my waist

Trying to get to the money, ain't got no time to waste

All the niggas be dying for me

I'ma just stay out the way

Cut you in the clay with a Glock on my waist

Riding up, I'ma shoot you in your face

Wine, milk, we gon' get to the cake

Be good to the cake, we get to the cake

I'm laid back, I'm focused

Whenever it's a drop, I'm posted

I be to myself, can't tell on myself

I don't know shit

I was sitting in the house, I'm home

I'ma hustle, I'm hard trying to stack

Man, I'ma stack it, we don't hang with no friends

Hey

I'm going hard with this shit, flying to the bank

They told me to chill, but I told them I can't

These niggas be tripping, they know that I'm gangsta

I got the heat, boy, I hope you don't faint

I get y'all chair, but now it's too late, K in the world, top G, Andrew Tate

Y'all trying to get me, but I'm blocking the gate

Two phones on me like I'm Kate

Ran 10 up in a week, but you wouldn't know the feeling

Put seven grams of weed in the blood, nigga, now I'm in the zone

I'm a sound block, nigga, and I'm just trying to go see some millions

If a nigga tried me, nigga, I'ma go where this feeling

Shout out to my cousins

Them niggas the realest

Money, the roots, all evil

Shit, I done turned to a villain

Ever seen a nigga get shot and watch his soul leave his body

And that's also niggas that really be killing, and they call it a hobby

Fuck that shit, fuck that bitch in the lobby

I smoke like a gas and I pop me a opp

I pop in the Aussie, I'm hot like a rock

They told me to chill, but I cannot stop

Going hard, nigga

I'm hot as 100 degrees

Bartonite on the cheese

Boy, I'm counting up my greens

I'm focused

Whenever it's a drop, I'm posted

I'll be to myself, can't tell on myself

I don't know shit

I was sitting in the house, I'm hungry

I'm hustling hard, trying to stack these bands

I'ma stay out the way

Don't hang with no friends

I'm laid back

I'm focused. Whenever it's a drop, I'm posted

I'll be to myself, can't tell on myself

I don't know shit

I was sitting in the house, I'm hungry

I'm hustling hard, trying to stack these bands

I'ma stay out the way

Don't hang with no friends