Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poster , by - Cassius Jay. Release date: 05.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poster |
| That boy Cassius |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Sinatra |
| Yeah |
| I’m 'bout to take you guys on the, on the ride |
| Some real East Side Zone 6 type shit |
| You dig? |
| It’s only right I do this for my city, my hood |
| That boy Cassius |
| Huh, let’s go |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| I took the long route, steppin' outside of my mom’s house |
| Key to my own now, gotta go get it my own now |
| I flip a zone now, I’m on the block flippin' zones now |
| Or hit this lil' bitty chrome, people keep telling me tone down |
| Too many haters, fuck a nigga, you talkin' 'bout guns down |
| I’m damn near tweaking on any bitch that ever come 'round |
| Feel like I can hit like any bitch that ever come 'round |
| (Ooh, body found) |
| Any nigga, I have a hundred down |
| (Please don’t get it confused) |
| These rap niggas all hoes |
| You wasn’t robbin' like me, dawg, went on them give and gos |
| Niggas wasn’t creepin' on your set, you wet him or get wet |
| And it wasn’t never 'bout a bitch, always the check |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| I’m the type of nigga, throw five thousand on the day shift |
| You the type of nigga say and do some fuckin' ho shit |
| So keep your distance, pimpin', my niggas’ll clear your set |
| I think some niggas still movin' so we gon' double back |
| And when it comes to this trap shit, I got it on lock |
| I got some old ass money but got a new Glock |
| I’m posted up, me and Skoob, with a couple of snacks |
| My nigga AB just back doored a nigga for thirty racks |
| I’m 'bout my cash, swear to God, like I’m Cassius Jay (That boy Cassius) |
| And still to this day I got my old throwaways |
| And when it’s beef, my nigga, you know Sosa headfirst (That boy Cassius) |
| His picture on a shirt, his body in a hearse |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| We bust shots and we spin blocks |
| Toppin' niggas, no leg shots |
| This fire come with these red dots |
| Body cold but this lead hot |
| Make some down when I earn stripes |
| We was robbin' like every night |
| SK, no lead pipes |
| Strip a nigga for a pair of Nikes |
| I’m coming out of the slum for real |
| Hutchinson Street and Tribley Hill |
| 800 Block, we chasing a mil' |
| Trappin' for real, don’t need a deal |
| I put like thirty bands on that |
| Ice on my chains like half of that |
| Balenciagas, a rack for that |
| My t-shirt run about half of that |
| Back door on these hoes, fuck 'em |
| But I ain’t doin' no handcuffing |
| Loving hoes that we been fucking |
| Trusting hoes that we been fucking |
| I’m on the back street, posted up |
| The trappers and robbers, they armored up |
| You on the internet talkin' tough |
| Chopper gon' flame your ass to death (That boy Cassius) |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |
| We hung on that block like posters |
| Mention, you get posted |
| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed |
| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers |
| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah |
| Bust pies wide open, yeah |
| You tough guys get folded |
| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |