[Intro: Nephew Texas Boy & BeatKing]
(808 Mafia)
Nephy
Nephy told me I'm good in the A
Fuckin' right
Hold up, hold up
Come on

[Chorus: BeatKing]
In the club with some killers and we posted up
You can tell where we at 'cause all the hoes with us
If you talkin' to the people, you can't stand close to us
Got your girl in VIP, I might just smash or whatever
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, hold up
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Flexin' on these broke hoes that got a baller attitude
Flexin' on these broke hoes that got a baller attitude
Bitch, you too old for the line
I'm posted up with the nine
I got the Ghost and it's mine
You can't keep up but you tryin'
RIP Bankroll, bitch, I'm poppin' shit
Club Godzilla, I got rich off a bitch
I got the green lean, I got the Xans
Mix it up if you tryna die
I fucked your bitch, she ain't know me
I had to do it, she was a bad ho
I told the bitch keep it low-key
Left side of the piano
I'm in Onyx with Wired Up and we posted up with that gas, n***a
I hate me a thirsty bitch that ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I pass, n***a
I swear to God I'm good on 'em
I swear to God I'm good on 'em
I swear to God I'm, hold up (Club God)
[Chorus: BeatKing]
In the club with some killers and we posted up
You can tell where we at 'cause all the hoes with us
If you talkin' to the people, you can't stand close to us
Got your girl in VIP, I might just smash or whatever
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, hold up
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah

[Verse 2: Nephew Texas Boy]
Nephy posted up watchin' all the hoes
Lookin' like my whole body froze
When the plug bring the backend in
If it look right then I'm buyin' all of those
Keep green like a botanist
Yeah, it's true, what you heard 'bout me (Yup)
Servin' n***as like a Waffle House
I cook this dope in your face
Prices so low (What?)
My out-of-town n***as gotta race
Sippin' on lean, help my patient
My eyes feel so low like an Asian
Eatin' Percs like I'm Pacman
When the dope jump, it do back bands
Sand make a n***a stutter
I only hang in the gutter
And elate myself from these fuck n***as
They some hoes, boy, and I know it
Type of n***a that you put on a lick and them fuck n***as gon' blow it
Mama said don't talk to strangers 'cause stranger n***as wear wires
Talkin' all that gangster shit but know your ass won't ride, n***a
[Chorus: BeatKing]
In the club with some killers and we posted up
You can tell where we at 'cause all the hoes with us
If you talkin' to the people, you can't stand close to us
Got your girl in VIP, I might just smash or whatever
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, hold up
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah

[Outro: BeatKing]
Posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah