nephew texas boy - posted up lyrics
[intro: nephew texas boy & beatking]
(808 mafia)
nephy
nephy told me i’m good in the a
f-ckin’ right
hold up, hold up
come on
[chorus: beatking]
in the club with some k!llers and we posted up
you can tell where we at ’cause all the hoes with us
if you talkin’ to the people, you can’t stand close to us
got your girl in vip, i might just smash or whatever
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, hold up
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
[verse 1: beatking]
flexin’ on these broke hoes that got a baller att-tude
flexin’ on these broke hoes that got a baller att-tude
b-tch, you too old for the line
i’m posted up with the nine
i got the ghost and it’s mine
you can’t keep up but you tryin’
rip bankroll, b-tch, i’m poppin’ sh-t
club godzilla, i got rich off a b-tch
i got the green lean, i got the xans
mix it up if you tryna die
i f-cked your b-tch, she ain’t know me
i had to do it, she was a bad ho
i told the b-tch keep it low-key
left side of the piano
i’m in onyx with wired up and we posted up with that gas, n-gga
i hate me a thirsty b-tch that ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t, i p-ss, n-gga
i swear to god i’m good on ’em
i swear to god i’m good on ’em
i swear to god i’m, hold up (club god)
[chorus: beatking]
in the club with some k!llers and we posted up
you can tell where we at ’cause all the hoes with us
if you talkin’ to the people, you can’t stand close to us
got your girl in vip, i might just smash or whatever
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, hold up
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
[verse 2: nephew texas boy]
nephy posted up watchin’ all the hoes
lookin’ like my whole body froze
when the plug bring the backend in
if it look right then i’m buyin’ all of those
keep green like a botanist
yeah, it’s true, what you heard ’bout me (yup)
servin’ n-ggas like a waffle house
i cook this dope in your face
prices so low (what?)
my out-of-town n-ggas gotta race
sippin’ on lean, help my patient
my eyes feel so low like an asian
eatin’ percs like i’m pacman
when the dope jump, it do back bands
sand make a n-gga stutter
i only hang in the gutter
and elate myself from these f-ck n-ggas
they some hoes, boy, and i know it
type of n-gga that you put on a l1ck and them f-ck n-ggas gon’ blow it
mama said don’t talk to strangers ’cause stranger n-ggas wear wires
talkin’ all that gangster sh-t but know your -ss won’t ride, n-gga
[chorus: beatking]
in the club with some k!llers and we posted up
you can tell where we at ’cause all the hoes with us
if you talkin’ to the people, you can’t stand close to us
got your girl in vip, i might just smash or whatever
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, hold up
b-tch, i’m posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
[outro: beatking]
posted up, b-tch, i’m posted up, yeah
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