Federal Express

Yeah, let’s go (let’s go)

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (uh uh)

Ayy ayy ayy ayy, TSABB bitch (ayy ayy)

Let’s go, let’s go (taliban shit, Al Qaeda big)

Ah ah ah ah, how I do it! (Uh uh, ayy ayy, uh)

Bitch 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 shit 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, bitch I got, if I don’t I could get it, this all off of Federal Express, yeah

Rubber band money I stack it like chips, this shit 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 shit got treacherous, stacking my paper I been playing Tetris, 14k pc gold on my necklace, fucking 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 bitch, slippin our carpool, backed up the work then I stuck to the draw full, college dorm bitch 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 bitch breathe

Bitch 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 shit 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, bitch I got, if I don’t I could get it, this all off of Federal Express, yeah