Express Delivery Lyrics

Spin the damn block like a Beyblade

Got a Draco with me that's a baby AK

No I don't fuck with no lames, he lame

Just like Amazon we gon' pull up same day

Express delivery we gon' hit the block quick

Yeah we finna slide though, two sticks, chopsticks

Next time I hear shit that's it, he hit

Out in person he a bitch but on the net he talk shit

Tiffy on my feet yeah I rock teal blue

Like the money coming in, cause the money blue too

Connect with the plug we gon' link Bluetooth

I ain't even try 'em on, I got red Louis shoes

So many damn shoes but I still got forces on

Came home hit the stu and made four songs

Told bro to get him, guess what? He gone

If somebody want smoke bitch it's up, it's on

Bitch I'm beefing with the beat, like what's up with it

Trumpet too damn hard man I fuck with it

They say how much your hat cost? Like a buck 50

And how much your watch cost? Bitch don't worry 'bout it

I be wippin' up the heat like some curry powder

My girl ride or die for me, don't know what I'd do without her

And I get her wet like a water tower

Or a water slide

We don't compromise

Why he run up on the gang? Guess he wanna die

If he talking we gon' shut him up

Cops pulled me over doing 100 in a 65

35 over back up 'fore I up the .45

My girl pretty like the sunset sky

When she walk in the room she gon' light it up

We gon' light it up smoking big ass bongs

Skinny lil' shorty with her big ass in a thong

Took his girl yeah I think he want his bitch back

But he ain't finna get his bitch back now

She in love with me like they in love with my sound

Only smoke gas lil' bitch Imma need a pound

Micky D's double drum on this big Mac

Stand his ass up just to sit him back down

Spin the damn block like a Bay-Blade

Got a Draco with me that's a baby AK

No I don't fuck with no lames, he lame

Just like Amazon we gon' pull up same day

Express delivery we gon' hit the block quick

Yeah we finna slide though, two sticks, chopsticks

Next time I hear shit that's it, he hit

Out in person he a bitch but on the net he talk shit

Like an RPG we be blowing this shit up

In an AMG 350 for this truck

Bitch I'm six shots deep so I don't really give a fuck

Six shots in your gut if you don't back the fuck up

Yeah I'm right above it and I'm feeling like Wayne

Blunt to the face for the- back pain

Reach for the chain, that's a mistake

.45 like a thought cause it's going through his brain

Balling on you bitches, D. Howard in the paint

And when shorty see the crib, she gon' damn near faint

We be in the booth making hits 'till it's late

And lil' brody sippin' juice, I ain't talking Tropicana

Put the Henny in the pineapple Fanta

Brody got a Draco and the clip is a banana

All up in his crib, while he sleep, like we Santa

Heard your girl want a photo, get the camera