Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Posted Up, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Flamers 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Posted Up |
I be posted up on the posted up on the block |
Watching the money move wa-watching the money move |
Posted up on the p-posted up on the block |
Watching the money move wa-watching the money move |
I see you posted up on the p-posted up on the block |
Watching the money move watching watching the money move |
Posted up on the posted posted up on the block |
Watching the money move |
I say I’m from North Philly where we take opportunity |
Low down dirty shame niggas it was cool to be |
Haters want to catch me while I’m sleeping Freddy Kruger me |
Watch my every move I tell the Google me, usually |
I be down S.P. kicking it like Jet Li |
he be floating off that water like a jet ski |
Bitches heard I fuck with T.I.P |
The sames hoes that fronted they regret me |
Yes we, posted in the kitchen trying to whip a whole brick up |
Butter have your neighborhood jumping like a hiccup |
I ain’t here to hand out the whole weight like a pick up |
That’s why my neck froze like its a stick up |
And I’m watching for them narcos, posted up like Marlo |
Glizzy on the tire of the car though cause y’all know |
Niggas trying to creep, thinking that it’ll be sweet |
You throwing something at 'em and caution covering the streets |
On the block with that Yao Ming like the Rockets |
Quarter bird take it to the table that’s a profit |
Hating ass neighbors see us call the cops then |
I tell my young nigga take it to the alley we ain’t stoppin' |
The fiends keep copping, the green gon' pile in |
Worry about a dope sale, why you ain’t trying to stop the violence |
We ain’t going nowhere, we outchea grinding |
Do my thing pull strings like I’m a violin |
First and the Fifth be on that strip |
Twenty-four/seven trying to make that flip |
That’s when I saw all kind of shit |
Way back before I signed with TIP |
I was on that grinding shit |
Not a rapper though but a trapper though |
Trap house got a drive-thru, call it cop-your-crack-and-go |
What you asking for no sticks and seeds |
Purple or that sour dies |
Keep that yolo by the key my block hotter than hollow-steam |
All you do is holler scream and I can get you all that dawg |
My block’ll sell it Taco Bell how you want it hard or soft |