Jazzytlnd - Mail

Mail, mail, mail
Mail, mail, mail
Mail, mail, mail
Mail, mail, mail

Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air
Uh, I don't give a fuck long as the pack get here
And I'm workin, and I'm servin
Fuck patrol cause they rollin
And these jackboys be trollin
Them fuck boys don't want it
Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air
Uh, I don't give a fuck long as the pack get here
And I'm workin, and I'm servin
Fuck patrol cause they rollin
And these jackboys be trollin
Them fuck boys don't want it

Damn, uh didn't have a pot piss in now I'm the man
Uh, started with a crumb turned to a loaf of bread
In the kitchen, whip it one hand, straight drop man
No soda
Real trap slabs run it over, watch profit do donuts
Yeah, uh didn't have handouts had the gift of gab
Uh, serve a whole pound break it down in grams
Different flavors, what u smokin
All gas man, real chockers just might make ya cough a lung up
This gas here real potent
Cash uh, build up a not then apply rubber band
Uh, Ion use safes I had to master plan in the dry wall, in the floor board, in the attic, in the stove storage
Pussy feelin mighty come try me we already up check the score board

Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air
Uh, I don't give a fuck long as the pack get here
And I'm workin, and I'm servin
Fuck patrol cause they rollin
And these jackboys be trollin
Them fuck boys don't want it
Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air
Uh, I don't give a fuck long as the pack get here
And I'm workin, and I'm servin
Fuck patrol cause they rollin
And these jackboys be trollin
Them fuck boys don't want it

I'ma keep the trap jumpin boom it out, when it turn hot get another spot
All the j's follow me like I dropped the dot, this convenient in and out
No hanging or standin around spot, try to short stop then you gettin shot
Grrt
Youngins on the block with the glizzy out, push one button they'll air ya out
Stick to the code whatcha talkin bout, keep ya mouth closed never run ya mouth
Real eighties baby know what I'm talbout, Sunday drinking Henny bootleg spot
Got it from my granny she was trapped out, I don't use a scale eyeball em out
Give me the cash I'll count it out, cash app what nigga cut it out

Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air
Uh, I don't give a fuck long as the pack get here
And I'm workin, and I'm servin
Fuck patrol cause they rollin
And these jackboys be trollin
Them fuck boys don't want it
Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air
Uh, I don't give a fuck long as the pack get here
And I'm workin, and I'm servin
Fuck patrol cause they rollin
And these jackboys be trollin
Them fuck boys don't want it
Mail, mail, mail
Uh
Mail, mail, mail
Uh
Mail, mail, mail
Uh

Written by:
Willie Thomas

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