Postman Pratt

I'm try'na make time for the bag, no lag You're sat in the whip with the fries and the drag She left you on read, now you're flexin' the pipe I'm the reason that phone stay silent at night Been in my bag like the real Postman Pat Droppin' weight not bills and I still don't pay tax You dropped four-five on a modified ride I drop four-five and the modified dies

Been on my bread like the bakery van Big rims on your whip still look like a scam She wanna ride in the left-hand side 'Til she clocks it's a lease and the engine's fried Pull up at the lights, call me Fireman Sam 'Cause your tools in the back just a white-van scam That pack loud? More like a damp firework Hit hard in the chest? Soft-touch jerk

Your loud pack "bomb like Lebanon" My body of work still built like Megatron You got the key to the city? Mayor who? Wrist burn when you flex, kettle still on the stove Mashallah, car fast like Ramadan Still park it outside and it still gets gone Backside like a stallion, bareback claim I'm the one who put the saddle on and still rode the frame

Spinning the whip, burn rubber like Ken Gloves off, still baggin' with a stick, no trend You're on bills like a dead president face I turn a fella to dust, no Mount Rushmore space Been on the grind like the real Big Boy C33? That's a toy for a boy My whip bigger, rims still sit on the pros Suck-your-mum jokes? Sigmund still ain't close

Fuck your mom, son? I'm the stepdad now Fucked your whole bag up, major setback, wow You coming like Jacquees, put the work in I double up, bags fly higher than jet packs, grinning Said you're fly like a toucan, colourful beak I fuck with the bag and throw fists that speak Rob spots if the cops try stop you I just pop the spot and the pig still got you

Nubuck pigskin, Japanese whip Still singin' arigato while the engine skips Lowride through the hood, G-funk on blast Feeling like a vato? More like a past You blow loud like Fats Navarro I drop off the real like Ocado Money come short, staccato talk I cock back once and the long nose walk

Grab the long nose, Rob DeNiro style Gone in a flash, superhero for a while Spark a cone of the blue gelato Foot flat in a Pajero that's actually stock though You can get cooked, dim sum, fried Technique's ill? Still Kim Jong lied Crush a lot, Big Pun energy claimed I hit licks for the bread and she still gives me name

Big stick get licked like a lollipop claim Shook 'em up quick? Caps still miss the frame Quick wave and you tell 'em bye-bye I slide on 'em proper, body rock for real, no lie Baddies in the headlights, Batman role Blacked out running with the dot like Pac-Man goal You smoke doinks while the speakers bang I still draw sticks and the whole block hang