Shaq N Da Post Lyrics

I got

I got no respect for these bitches

Straight rec for these bitches

Let's Take sec flex for the picture

I just want up dont hear what you saying

Clean wit the cook up but dirty the kitchen pans

R. I. P Robin B

Catch me wearing pink like I'm killa cam

I just want up on them m and ms

These niggas be chicken no mandm

We cannot kick it dont fuck wit them

I want them riches them presidents

This that cook up dont come wit that basic

This that cook up they hungry starvation

Put in work like I'm planning vacation

Hustle Hard I'm the man I'm persuasive

In these raps where I channel my anger

Its no cap with the crew they be gangstas

Its no cap the with crew they be dangerous

See them 3s when I twista up my fingers

Im 1 hunna gone score like Wilt Chamberlain

I keep a plug I'm the cable man

Providing my service on your consent

I just be swerving might cuff ya bitch

I come from struggle no pot to piss

I got Ragu on me drippy

Blunt blowing like a hippie

Woe wit me wit the woe

What's the ticket leeme know

Get them hunnas take it home

I was Shaq wit the post

Keep bag like a bum

Tattoos on me inky

Dirty money call me filthy

Ragu on me drippy

Blunt blowing like hippie

Tatts on me like a hikky

Grind like I'm pretty Ricky

Neva moving off my pivik

I was swerving honda civic

Dripped up middle skoo boost cherping wit bitches

I was down where was you

Posted up in the trenches

Play last first handle business

Martha Stewart how i whip It

Pops cook it like a chemist

Terio ima kill em

Don't claim what im not or pretend be

Im not too fond of that energy

Grandma still broke theres no sleep for me

Stay wit that tree Jonny applseed