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Mail
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mail was released on July 26, 2024 by NTF as a part of the album Mail - Single
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
LabelNTF
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
jaron i addison
jaron i addison
Songwriter

Lyrics

Movin' that weight, it get shipped to the mail
You movin' pounds, bitch, I couldn't tell
Feds on my ass, just send it through zelle
Keep it on hush, I ain't goin' to jail
I'm counting guala, bitch, why would I tell
All of this work it won't fit on the scale
Drainin' his blood, ****, left pale
Play with my brothers get slimed like a snail
****, I got this from the muscle
OG respectin' the hustle
You really not hittin' them weights
****, you don't wanna tussle
I copped a brand new strap
And I got extended muzzle
You **** know where I'm at
I'm counting cheese the lettuce the Brussel
I rolled a L, lil' bro poured a pint
I'm kinda high, but I feel alright
Give me that shit, we just caught a strike
We movin' quick like a thief in the night
Hop out the V and I'm wavin' my pipe
12 bend that corner, then it's outta sight
brodie want beef, said he wanna fight
I flashed the beam, ain't believing the hype
They flashin' lights, take off like a kite
To get where I'm at, bro this shit took a hike
We tryna line that lil' ass ****
Get to his bitch, and you know she gon' bite
**** ain't really tryna pull that trigger
SUV got turned to a bike
Damn, Jvreez yo bars gettin' slicker
Asked if I signed, lil' **** just might
Watch how my pockets get fatter and fatter
All this damn guala, bitch, full like a bladder
Standin' on business up high on that ladder
Bitch talkin' shit, but my bitch is badder
**** get cut in' this bitch like a taper
Usin' the force in this bitch, Darth Vader
Cracking a smile when i'm counting this paper
Serving this weight I ain't talking no waiter
Getting confused, all the sets they jackin'
I'm T'ing Up, They don' fucked with my backend
Shot in his back, cause that **** stay lackin'
Six in the morning, I'm up and I'm trappin
Ain't pullin' shit, you **** stay actin'
Knuckle up, ****, then let's get it crackin'
I'll slide a 8th, just know that I'm taxin'
We stripped that ****, he thought we was hackin'
Brodie, do we movin' intelligent
Pockets, stay fat like a elephant
****, you know that shit trash
Man, then why is you sellin' it
Feds tryna build me a case
Got in that room and shit, I ain't tellin' it
Dog shit all in my bag
Bro made a face, grabbed it, started smelling it
Movin' that weight, get shipped to the mail
You movin' pounds, bitch, I couldn't tell
Feds on my ass, just send it through Zelle
Keep it on hush, I ain't goin' to jail
I'm countin' Guala, bitch, why would I tell
All of this work It won't fit on a scale
Drainin' his blood, **** left pale
Play with my brothers, get slimed like a snail
Written by: jaron i addison
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