Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Me
Me
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
You Got Mail
You Got Mail
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Me
Me
Executive Producer

Lyrics

(Welcome!)
(You Got Mail!)
I cant fold up
I cant switch up
I cant talk no more this pill done gave me hiccups
Dial up on my shit got (Dial up on my shit yeah)
Dial up on my shit got
Dial up on my (Please don't hit me up)
Icicles lil bitch got
Icicles up on my B.B. bitch got (I could walk a mile in your shoes 'til I'm fitted up)
I got emerald
Watch my money fold
(You can't) You can't hit me up
You can't hit my dialup hoe
Dial up on my shit got (Dial up on my shit yeah)
Dial up on my shit got
Dial up on my
Icicles lil bitch got (Please don't hit me up)
Icicles up on my B.B. bitch got (I could walk a mile in your shoes 'til I'm fitted up)
You Got Mail!
Nightingale
High off flower petals
With my dawgs
We gon leave u in the sleepy meadow
(Sleepy meadow)
(Carve my up in the trees Gepetto)
Dark night for a foe
Snow white in my nose bitch
I got lots of gems now
My chalice makin toasts (bitch)
Snow white in this capsule
Pop 1 I'm out to battle
Snow white in my castle
Pop 2 she bit the apple
Walking round this castle
Like baby I'm an asshole
Silk Road do me damage
My brain is so fragile
Now I see lil tracers out my eye
(Call me lil tracy)
Thomas Becket dagger through your third eye
(Like a rag doll)
Drag em like a rag doll
Hang em like a tassel
I'm a martyr throw me in the water by my chapel
You'll remember me
When my portrait pastel
Watching over thee
Through the red room channel
You'll remember me
When my portrait pastel
Watching over thee
Through the red room channel
I cant fold up
I cant switch up
I cant talk no more this pill done gave me hiccups
Dial up on my shit got (Dial up on my shit yeah)
Dial up on my shit got
Dial up on my
Icicles lil bitch got (Please don't hit me up)
Icicles up on my B.B. bitch got (I could walk a mile in your shoes 'til I'm fitted up)
Written by: You Got Mail
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