Post Office Lyrics

Call up your best friend thats my ex well Im accepting

Gone off a lot, gone off the best end

Im on the west end

Puffin on classic

Manifest destiny

Go thru a lot, feel like Im tested

Grabbin her ass in the back of the Culli then leave her behind at the 95 exit

Take off, go

Moving slow

Please no more

This shit is getting old

Unaffected soul

My eyelids hanging low

My head been filled w smoke

Please don't call my phone

I gotta box at the post office

Yeah thats that

Im in my lane and it aint no stoppin

Facin pain until my heart poppin

I see your face and feel my heart droppin

You run my mind in circles

Im got ya bitch in the back a the range, rollin up smoke n she givin me

Top

I put in a order then skrt of the lot

Im in New Orleans with seventeen thousand

I break off a 4,000 n tell her to shop

Celebrate life on the deck of a yacht

Im bout to

Call up your best friend thats my ex well Im accepting

Gone of a lot, gone off the best end

Im on the west end

Puffin on classic

Manifest destiny

Go thru a lot, feel like Im tested

Grabbin her ass in the back of the Culli then leave her behind at the 95 exit

I got the

Im bout to