Mail 2 Singgit

I sent it, you receive it I sent it, you receive it I love the smell of them bricks They whiter than some mayo And I can send 'em to your house through the mail This is drug dealin' music I'm A-1, so is my coke Stitches get it right off a boat I'm swagged out, every day and night I like to shoot my gun cause I don't like to fight I say run up on me, I'm ready Gun up in your face, it's steady I'm the life of the party, bitch But I ain't talkin' confetti I got bricks, bricks, bricks Pounds of that molly I'm a drug dealer And I'll tell anybody I take pride up in that shit I don't really give a shit And I shoot my gun real quick If we talkin' about them bricks I'm so cokarific So don't get that pretty boy shit twisted Got that big stick for them fuck niggas, that squadron too deep 77191164 them streets Chop 'em down, pack 'em up, my gold ring Versace Hate a block or buy Gucci, pop that coochie like tip drill Dope boy, pop me one, four 28's, sendin' weight 112 on two 6 extensions, them bricks You want a whole ki? That's a piece of cake Numbers of grams, a thousand and eight Met a brick in 2008 I'm only 18, do the math mane I keep flippin' And I won't stop it Fuck DEA They tryna take my profit, they some fuckboys If you got a badge on, you a bitch, bruh bruh I never snitch, bruh bruh Only thing I'm ever gon' trust Is my AK-47 bruh Rest in peace to a hater I saw your statement on that paper I hope your girl ain't got no plans To see your ass later

Haven't felt right in a week And I'm thinning out And it hurts bad I gotta get back Hot head and dreamless sleep I could just slip down And on the wrong track I gotta get back I wanna spend the entire year Just face down And on my own time I wanna waste mine And spend the rest of it asking myself Is this who you are? And I don't know It just feels gross I don't think there's anything wrong I don't think there's anything wrong I don't think there's anything wrong I don't think there's anything wrong Sunlight on the back of my arms Just thins me out To a different time I wanna waste mine

Do you dream about the people that wrong you? Do you see those faces again and again? And what holy thing has come to possess you? And does it all blend together in your head? And did things work out for you Or are you still not sure what that means? And it's a hard trip to the kitchen sink 'Cause I can't wash this one clean Clean Did you tell all of your friends? Did you tell all of your friends? Then maybe I could understand What is it about them? Would they stick around? What is it with them? And would they stick around? Up late for six nights in a row And figures in the dark, oh they move so slow Sleep with the lights on in the hall And you'd leave the door open it won't mean a thing at all And did things work out for you Or are you still not sure what the means? And it's a hard trip to the kitchen sink 'Cause I can't wash this one clean Clean Did you tell all of your friends? Did you tell all of your friends? Then baby, I could understand What is it about them? Would they stick around? And what is it with them? And would they stick around? Would they stick around? Would they stick around? Then it doesn't matter They're up and they're down And I'll bet They're at home And I wouldn't worry Who's happy alone Even when it doesn't make sense