Lyrics:
out when Bonita attack'
You're gonna rot in mail jail
No one is gonna pay bail
Can't do nothing, umm, oh well
You're never leaving mail jail
You turned
foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh)
Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail)
This ship ain't going on sale (on sale)
not a sell out
Contemplate wrong
Ima go ahead and bail out
Get down on my knees
Send a prayer like its mail out
This the head or tails
So I’m telling
can sell me
Bank account healthy
If you want a feature reach out you can mail me
Out you can
Out you can mail me
Out you can mail me
Ow this shit hurts
gon mail out)
She responsible for the trap house
(woah)
Come in this bitch like a thief in the night
And we might just leave with your hoe
(I swear)
Breathe out
Bro in a box got him trapped in a jailhouse
My n- don job on An post bring the mail out
Found out my ex f- an opp man thats bad out
Sipping
tales
Piercing through your skin
With their fingernails
Sending many wishes through Daily mails
Popping out their faces from Under veils
Soon they'd come
back to slangin' ya-yo (check it out)
Slangin' yayo, to get my mail (check it out, check it out, check it out, check it, check it out)
I hope I don't
from my granny she was trapped out, I don't use a scale eyeball em out
Give me the cash I'll count it out, cash app what nigga cut it out
Mail, mail
Tryna do the laps 'round the world so I can mail out
Woah, look at him go, matter fact they call him a CEO
Not Crip but he C C3PO
Not Blood but he dips
Got impaled
Found out by mail
I don't give a fuck if I paint my nails
I don't give a fuck if you got homies in jail
I don't give a fuck if my ex got
never sit up, he get bailed out (baow)
Free Jaydee out the jailhouse
I can't wait until he sail out
He need a pack, I send the mail out
He need
These bitches want me cuz I'm hot
I'm posted like Shaq on the block
In the kitchen I'm whippin the pot
Wrap up the work then we mail out the box
My
Ima make it out someday
Yeah I pay to god
Don't go to church on Sunday
Sending out mail
Caught it Tyreek Hill
I was down bad
Had to flex up
Had to show
scene I turn my back
Rain sleet and driving hail
Cannot stop the US mail
But out here on this lonely pier
A distant call is all I ever hear
Cold
It's so
the mail
And we never took the same road twice on the way back home.
I spent a few years out runnin' free
I spent two or three in New York City
And I moved
with the scale
And If I go to jail, Bitch gone pay my bail
My Bitch rich got the bailout
She a rider never bailed out
I Need work send the mail out
When
the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon' do
this is hell
Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens
Whoever falls
jail?
More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug n**** fresh out the jailhouse
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Asbo fuck with me, where was your at? i was in jail, watch this fuckery, only my baby mother sent mail, shoot outs broad day, don’t need to go into
know any better
Then you won't take your time with my fan mail
Send it out to me
Fan mail
Special delivery
Fan mail
know any better
Then you won't take your time with my fan mail
Send it out to me
Fan mail
Special delivery
Fan mail
To the evil ones, you know who you are
I beg of you, don't you go too far
Just know this, let it give you pause
Before you mail out your bombs or pull
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