| Posted, ah, mafucka, posted, ah, mafucka |
| Posted, ah, mafucka, posted, come on, yo |
| I ain’t that bitch that’ll be in da club |
| With niggas acting like it’s sweet in da club |
| I’ll bust a mafucka meat in da club |
| And bitches steppin' on my feet in da club |
| Trying to see who they can freak in da club |
| A mafucka wanna speak in da club |
| Like a mafuckareally knows me in da club |
| Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in da club |
| Look around, got to see who want P in da club |
| See them lame niggas sippin' Don P in da club |
| When you’re smellin' 'Gnac, matter fact, we in da club |
| White tees and them Air Force, deep in da club |
| Throwin' up a sign, nigga, what, street in da club |
| Make your head nod cause my joint beat in da club |
| For them niggas that’d spend they whole week in da club |
| And the bitches that’d be drunk and want to beef in da club |
| And them hatas that’ll see their blood leak in da club |
| You can’t breathe in da club, it’s called |
| Posted, post in the back, post in the front |
| Posted up outside, smoking a blunt |
| Post in the window, blowing the Indo |
| Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut |
| Post in the back, post in the front |
| Posted up outside, smoking a blunt |
| Post in the window, blowing the Indo |
| Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut |
| Yo, this nigga said this sound like some old NORE shit, yeah |
| I’m fuckin' wit dat NORE shit! |
| I be that bitch in the drop top aqua blue, gourmet |
| Every nigga finna swore they’re here |
| We on the block and I’m Grinding Jack with a fifty pack and some twenties |
| Helicopters on them hot Bentleys |
| Ain’t got no time for these bitches cause it’s over now |
| You ain’t leavin' out in stitches cause I’m sober now |
| Hittin' Hot Ninety Seven with a hundred thou', bring your main bitch up in it |
| I’mma run her style, yeah I’m cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me |
| Post in the game, my niggas on bricks got me put it on my kids |
| I did it for years, mami, send it to my niggas who doing their biz, papi |
| Mafucka better recognize some shit cause god damn |
| Def Jam shouldn’t of signed a bitch, that’s why I’m |
| When I’m posted in the hood, I’mma bang my shit |
| Only real mafuckas get to hang in the bricks', this for — |
| All my thug mafuckas keeping weight on them Kedz, it’s called posted |
| Nigga, better act like you know the gutter, posted |
| Niggas see the — and the peanut butter, posted |
| Hoodie with the black bandanna under, posted |
| Lookin' through the back for the undercover, posted |
| Even when I’m flipping the spots, see the cops on the next block |
| Checkin' my watch, couple of shorties in the parking lot, holding them rocks |
| It’s a hood thing, nigga, getting blown to drop, we all posted |
| Keep it true, never forget it, nigga, post up |
| Show them mafuckas the business, I’m a post with my niggas |
| Sipping Remy and Guinness |
| All my real mafuckas in the game gon' feel this |
| It’s called |