King Los - Postcards lyrics

(Intro: Mickey Shiloh) Yeah We ain't got nothin' for these haters But some postcards, ha, postcards King Los Yeah... (Hook: Mickey Shiloh & Los) (Tell them you'll need this) We sh**tin' on the game, by the time they hear this We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by (Tell them you'll need this) See you, f** up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit n***a f** up out the game, like (Tell them you'll need this) Rings on, King sh**, throne sh** Bow down I got rings on, I'm like sponsored links (Tell them we'll need this) Go hard, we ain't, got nothin' For b**h n***as but postcards (postcards, postcards, postcards) We ain't got nothin' for b**h n***as But postcards (postcards) (Verse 1: Los) Ugh, in one week I see two, three jets Zoned like a 2-3, Gucci sweats I'm a trapper keeper keep that loose leaf fresh That's packs of paper, stacks of acres I mack, you, saber, I'm rap's new savior I should tattoo haters on my nuts cause that's where they be Yeah they be, trynna follow me and be ahead of me Seventy, severed Chevrolet and bumpin' Heavy D, steadily I just get my mack on n***a, never back out, Never turn my back on n***as, I just black on n***as Like lights out, iced out, if these n***as way beyond my motherf**in' wipeout n***as ain't trill, ain't built like this This my real life b**h I pay bills like this I just feel like I could make mills like shiiit So I sh** mills(meals) out while you feel like sh** Chill, you don't want none of this here I summon this here, this my summer this year And I'm stuntin' this year on a PJ bro How the f** I make it out without a DJ, woah (Hook: Mickey Shiloh & Los) (Tell them you'll need this) We sh**tin' on the game, by the time they hear this We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by (Tell them you'll need this) See you, f** up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit n***a f** up out the game, like (Tell them you'll need this) Rings on, King sh**, throne sh** Bow down I got rings on, I'm like (Tell them we'll need this) Go hard, we ain't, got nothin' For b**h n***as but postcards (postcards, postcards, postcards) We ain't got nothin' for b**h n***as But postcards (postcards) (Verse 2: Los) I'm somewhere under Palm Trees With a blonde piece within arm's reach Y'all n***as ain't blowin' that strong either I had a little talk with a palm reader Say money, money, money, money, Coins, coins, cash, scrilla Drop, lamb, goddamn Going, going, fast, n***a Zoom, I'm somewhere on the moon lookin' down You bacoon stuck somewhere in the room lookin' round Who cookin' now? Me (Ugh) Who the f** is under the beat? (You) B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T-I-N-G, I can see A lot of that comin' from your clique right now So I'm writin' postcards in this b**h right now Like ugh, next time you see me I'll probably be different I told you n***as You can run back and tell the whole f**in' city when you saw me I was lookin' like a whole new n***a King (Hook x2: Mickey Shiloh & Los) (Tell them you'll need this) We sh**tin' on the game, by the time they hear this We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by (Tell them you'll need this) See you, f** up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit n***a f** up out the game, like (Tell them you'll need this) Rings on, King sh**, throne sh** Bow down I got rings on, I'm like (Tell them we'll need this) Go hard, we ain't, got nothin' For b**h n***as but postcards (postcards, postcards, postcards) We ain't got nothin' for b**h n***as But postcards (postcards)