Rob Ace - Posted Lyrics

Posted on the block it not even 12 o'clock
3 hours past, I was ordering a Glock
2 hours past, I was smokin' up a lot
1 hour passed I'm still filling the pot
My mans told me f*ck it, green crack or white widow
I don't even know I just finished all this Indo
Get a quick call pick up like hello
Ayo who this talkin' nigga I cannot recall
Bang the line on him then I move on with the convo
Get the bud from my mans, sell it to Alonzo
Jungle full of buildings this that east coast Congo
Movin' all this cargo, stack it Wells Fargo
New York mind set
Grinding like train tracks
Always had the torch I just had to bring the flame back
I just want a Maybach just so I could lay back
And splurge on a bitch every time they bring some J's back
Say that
And stop talkin
Had to stop textin cause the bitch kept stalking
Feelin like Wayne when he pulled up in a Martian
Standing on Versace rugs like a magic carpet
Nigga I'm Aladdin took a nigga bitch
If I pull up to your Telly I might have to smoke a zip
If I hit her in the bathroom
Ima have to stroke her quick
Pass security and give a f*ck about grip
Its over with
Standing over niggas while I'm lit inside the VIP
Niggas movin funny we like, Ayo who is this
3:36 In the A.M
Wit her bestfriend and we faded
Drinkin Nakéd
While she naked
Orange turn purp
Mix Sour wit the Purp
Yeah she in her Birk
She a flirt
How that work
Trynna hustle me for work
For a fact, We from uptown
Hustle til the sundown
Niggas playin wit my guys we gon have to rundown
Look at how we drum down
Get the f*ck down
F*ck is up
Ima need a bottle 'fore the sun is up
Run it up
All I got is bucks in my f*ckin' blunt
Eighths in the Backwood
Pull up if the cash good
Hit her if the ass good
Send her to her last hood
Huh? If the ass good
Send her to her last hood
Pull up if the cash good nigga

How many blunts we rollin? huh
Rob Ace