Postman Chavo & Pi’erre Bourne (Ft. Veeze)

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[Intro: Chavo]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah

[Chorus: Chavo]
I got a thicky with me, no Vickys on, go run and tell that
I'm rollin' sticky weed, six thousand a pound, know you can smell that
Was runnin' laps 'round niggas all year long, I went and fell back
Mr. Postman, I wrap 'em and track 'em, I really mail packs

[Verse 1: Chavo]
Uh, I can't stress about no bitch, I'm pourin' Trish in Simply (Nice)
I keep a loaded FN with me, that's in every city
Diamonds dancin' like they Missy, who the most consistent?
Private flights land out in Lisbon, I can't do commitment
Fenty slide right off her ass, then I'ma jump all in it
Nothin' came back on ballistics, drop that case, dismiss it (Gotta drop it)
Laughin' once we heard they packed 'em, they say it's sadistic
A hundred thousand wrapped in plastic, you know it's official (Yеs)

[Chorus: Chavo]
I got a thicky with me, no Vickys on, go run and tell that
I'm rollin' sticky weed, six thousand a pound, know you can smell that
Was runnin' laps 'round niggas all yеar long, I went and fell back
Mr. Postman, I wrap 'em and track 'em, I really mail packs
I got a thicky with me, no Vickys on, go run and tell that
I'm rollin' sticky weed, six thousand a pound, know you can smell that
Was runnin' laps 'round niggas all year long, I went and fell back
Mr. Postman, I wrap 'em and track 'em, I really mail packs