Federal Express lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, let’s go (let’s go)
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (uh uh)
Ayy ayy ayy ayy, TSABB b*tch (ayy ayy)
Let’s go, let’s go (taliban sh*t, Al Qaeda big)
Ah ah ah ah, how I do it! (Uh uh, ayy ayy, uh)

[Chorus]
b*tch i’m a Hoover, I’m screaming Ten7
Was totin’ them Glocks when they should, i’m arrested
Gun on the block everyday I was steppin’, they ask where I’m from and I told ‘em East Texas
Paris, my partners more squares, they been stressin’, my mama been praying im counting my blessings
Saying that I need a church when I iced out my Jesus piece, i don’t need no reverend
Ice in my cup, that’s that sh*t that i like, took thе chop off the whip and I poured half a pint
Job paid in full just to raise up my pricе, told G “wait hold the strap while I eat on a dyke”
They saying “keep rappin’ lil Ro, you the best” I was fly as a eagle ‘fore I dropped out the nest
Whatever you need, b*tch I got, if I don’t I could get it, this all off of Federal Express, yeah

[Verse]
Rubber band money I stack it like chips, this sh*t look like a brick, my partner just bussed down a package we all on the road, going lick for lick
Four hundred feats, 200 on wrist, bought a band i might spend, put my name in that song you get dropped like a single
We going hit for hit, stood in the trenches this sh*t got treacherous, stacking my paper I been playing Tetris, 14k pc gold on my necklace, f*cking on money is one of my fetishes
Got kicked out of college, start putting that pack down, partner scamming he driving a scat now, homie got signed and he saying we up now
Throw my brother a ball if he score him a touchdown
Seventh got out started handling dog food, transmission b*tch, slippin our carpool, backed up the work then I stuck to the draw full, college dorm b*tch rollin like marbles, calling my hand ‘fore I stood on my feet
Been in the yard ‘fore I got on the street, put gold on my wrist ‘fore I put on my teeth, I been choking the beats, they said let that b*tch breathe
[Chorus]
b*tch I’m a Hoover, I’m screaming Ten7
Was totin’ them Glocks when they should, i’m arrested
Gun on the block everyday I was steppin’, they ask where I’m from and I told ‘em East Texas
Paris, my partners more squares, they been stressin’, my mama been praying im counting my blessings
Saying that I need a church when I iced out my Jesus piece, i don’t need no reverend
Ice in my cup, that’s that sh*t that i like, took the chop off the whip and I poured half a pint
Job paid in full just to raise up my price, told G “wait hold the strap while I eat on a dyke”
They saying “keep rappin’ lil Ro, you the best” I was fly as a eagle ‘fore I dropped out the nest
Whatever you need, b*tch I got, if I don’t I could get it, this all off of Federal Express, yeah