Mail It In lyrics

by

Quavo


[Chorus]
Trappin' on the island, posted with Gilligan
I got some killers never gonna see again
Lord knows that a n*gga not innocent
Steady countin', stackin' all of my Benjamins
All the cappin' that you do is irrelevant
I don't know about that sh*t, I'm not smelling it
I piped her down even though that she is celibate
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Say you lookin' for a hundred of them things my n*gga
Got a hundred on me right now
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Making plays, n*gga scoring touchdowns
Say you lookin' for a hundred M's
Think a n*gga got a hundred on me right now
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Juggin' plays, n*gga it's a first down

[Verse 1]
Forty with a thirty in it right now
Knock that n*gga off, his body not found
Sellin' dope, had to silence stole mouth
Twenty-four karat gold in my mouth
MAC-10 right inside of my pouch
Riding in the Audi, top it drop down
Came up on some money, look what I found
Christian Louboutin wallet on the ground
Lord knows that a n*gga not innocent
Shot the enemy, repent for my sin again
Sippin' and smokin' cookie with my hooligans
Back to back Hellcats lookin' like it's you again
All this ice on me, I'm sick, I might puke on them
You can ask your auntie, mama, your people 'dem
On my partner's truck and then we gon' load it up
If I pop the trunk you know I'm not bluffin' up
[Chorus]
Trappin' on the island, posted with Gilligan
I got some killers never gonna see again
Lord knows that a n*gga not innocent
Steady countin', stackin' all of my Benjamins
All the cappin' that you do is irrelevant
I don't know about that sh*t, I'm not smelling it
I piped her down even though that she is celibate
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Say you lookin' for a hundred of them things my n*gga
Got a hundred on me right now
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Making plays, n*gga scoring touchdowns
Say you lookin' for a hundred M's
Think a n*gga got a hundred on me right now
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Juggin' plays, n*gga it's a first down

[Verse 2]
In the trap, favorite spot is the stove
Got some workers test it out with they nose
Came up from the strip by kicking in doors
Vacuum sealed it, hide it under the floor
We can talk some business after the show
Come with the cash, you better not be short
Pocket rocket in the club in New York
Scraping the bowl, I almost broke the fork
Finessed him out the cash, he was a dork
Smoking on cookie on the way to court
Politicking with some sharks in the water
It's snakes in the grass so I cut it a little shorter
Old teachers, man I f*cked on his daughters
I'm stacking blue faces, I turned to a hoarder
You say you got bricks, well I can transport it
Penitentiary chances, ride through the border
[Chorus]
Trappin' on the island, posted with Gilligan
I got some killers never gonna see again
Lord knows that a n*gga not innocent
Steady countin', stackin' all of my Benjamins
All the cappin' that you do is irrelevant
I don't know about that sh*t, I'm not smelling it
I piped her down even though that she a celibate
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Say you lookin' for a hundred of them things my n*gga
Got a hundred on me right now
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Making plays, n*gga scoring touchdowns
Say you lookin' for a hundred M's
Think a n*gga got a hundred on me right now
Real trap n*gga, pack we gon' mail it in
Juggin' plays, n*gga it's a first down
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