Mailman ft. Benny The Butcher & Jakob John Lyrics

Ah

Man you know what we on

I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these niggas

AH

Big BSF Huh

I made this shit look good this shit really ugly though

Uh they gon say the money changed me

But I'ma say the haters did it

I watched them suckers bend the rules

But what I do forgave them niggas

Makin movies I played the villain

Shake n' move and makin millions

Money callin my line beeping

I had to tell em to wait a minute Uh

Phillipe steak from table scraps

I don't like we're making raps

Enough dough saved up that

I can pay the label back

Overseas tourin I'm staying at a Paris Hilton

Then a few weeks later a niggas ran into Paris Hilton

I made cocaine aroma smoke

We never got diplomas though

The President that making drugs legal

That's who I'm voting for

You know BSF the stamp nigga

These killers uncontrollable

The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables

S-class the new one to model

Pillows in the back and the rug so soft

Can't wear yo shoes when we riding

I'm used to beef all they do is some hollows

Keep playing

We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles

It's Butch nigga

He got a problem

Well let's get to the bottom

I'm pulling up five goons in a Tahoe

I'm finna do him up awful

And plus this popper on me partner

If I let a shot go Uh

Hollows enter you

The exit wound gon be big as potholes

As a adolescent I was in your cribo

Like Bruh Man from the 5th floor

I wiggled in through the window

I'm loaded and locked in

Might topple your top ten

Product of my environment

You see what the block did Uh

Made a habit to have it for all the addicts

Don't got cheese I'll take the change

But he gon wait till I count it

Niggas rapping like bosses

But was never involved

If rap detectives asking questions

He confessing it all

Mr. A1 Beanz

The seasoned vet

My competition John Cena

I ain't seen them yet

It's twenty P's up in the trunk

And we ain't smoking no reefer

If money the root of evil

I'm mean as a school teacher nigga

Late night baggin up I got a sale

It's probably short

I'm weighing up without a scale

I'm on the block

Like I'm droppin off mail

They got the homie

I just hope that he don't tell

Late night baggin up I got a sale

It's probably short

I'm weighing up without a scale

I'm on the block

Like I'm droppin off mail

They got the homie

I just hope that he don't - uh look