Postal lyrics

[Intro]
Off that vanity
With choppers cause calamity, and folks gon' lose they sanity
I’m stoned in Los Angeles, where b*tches lose they sanity
With choppers cause calamity, yeah

[Chorus]
So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Check inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin’ at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man)
When you winnin', they gon' talk that sh*t, don't give a damn (ayy)

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I'm turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence
Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition
Turned up, I don't need to hear no opposition
Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from b*tches
I’m turned up, feelin’ large, y'all f*ck boys don’t try no sh*t
That victory mirage, it's not real life, I'll fry your sh*t
I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I'm knockin’ my list off
Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I'm p*ssed off
b*tch, I got scars, they don't want me in charge
We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar
Someone stopped me in the street, thought they'd seen a shootin' star
That's just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey
[Chorus]
So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Look inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin' at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man)
When you winnin', people talk that sh*t, don't give a damn (ayy)

[Verse 2]
Show up after shows, who brought these hoes to the lobby?
I showed up on the harley, turn this hotel to a party
Know shawty think she in love when she get to poppin' molly
Can't say that sh*t back, I'm sorry, we get drugs in by the dolly
I'm too lit, I'm too pit, I'm too turned up with my clique
I'm too real to be arguin' with y'all, beefin' 'bout a b*tch
I'm too focused on myself, that's why I'm on a winnin' spree
I'm too drunk, too monogamous, in love with hennessy, yeah
And my b*tch so bad, she got big booty, remedy, hey
Skrt off in the foreign car, that drive serenity, yeah
One time this lil thotty sucked me, used too many teeth, yeah
Had to kick that lil hoe out the damn vicinity
Go for infinity, my flow more than the legs on centipede
Keep it one century, can't talk 'bout real ones and not mention me
Ben Franklin mentored me, and got sent for me, drive in my bentley
They can't stop what's meant to be, I'm turned up like I'm meant to be

[Chorus]
So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Look inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin' at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (ayy)
When you winnin', people talk that sh*t, don't give a damn (damn)
[Outro]
Turned up, on a b*tch, like I'm postal
Postal, yeah, call that, call that goin' postal
Turned up, on a b*tch (ayy), like I'm postal
Yeah, f*ck, call that goin' postal