I couldn't believe my eyes Op got clocked in a TBlock block YG ringed my line I was up on the 17th floor Looking at Jakes in a 4 wheel drive I ain't leaving till everything nice Throw me that table cloth Got no bally so I improvised Back out the ting and crash Had man running like Sporty Spice Gyal say I'm a naughty guy Wacked it, everytime I leave she cries And I'm not too good with knives More times I'll pattern that 45 Not tryna do 45 You never saw me that's porky pies That's 20 years deep with Bros Hol tight zuu, not too long till mannaman soon touch road G got lucky, rode that pigeon, case was open closed You don't even wanna stand too close This postmanMash got the longest nose Better do ten toes If you fuck with bro If I let it, noone knows If I didn't, everyone suss When I step man Keep that tucked The beef ain't done, Manna keep that hot If let that dot dot pop Then mana have to call that doc Don't bring round a foreign drop Big Skengs that'll take off your foreign top Uh-uh Mad mad mad mad I couldn't beleive my eyes Got the other side talking lies Now I gotta get my guys Or go pattern that fourtyFive But I swear down on my life You won't see Cass in the same disguise Hi-Hit up the roads I'm lurking Hit up that prick for certain PostmanMash ima make that certain Through your front door ima make that curtains Uh-huh PostmanMash ima make that certain Uh-huh PostmanMash! Switch off the social All I see is dissing and cursing Everytime I see them in real life They change to a different person Looking for a nigga Lurking whipping excursion Let them still chit chat on the net Don't worry I'll whip it in person Ching splash I don't know bout that Man already said That I'm much better with waps Box come fat like deliveroo bags Tryna drop packs all over the map Op Boys tryna put an obbo on Cass So now I gotta cover my tracks Dash that wap in the river, splash But don't worry I'll pattern it back Hit up the roads I'm Lurking With a YG tryna make that crash Op just got a consignment 4 & 1/2 Tryna make that mash Tell a young boy hold that mash Go get them packs or let that crash If a YG take them packs Then tell me how u gonna pay man back Bro told me that the kickback mad Stress out the ting till it break my back I got that ting no gass Then like a gassting I'll squeeze that gass If I squeeze that ting and dash They ain't no way that he's squeezing back Gotta tuck that chain when I do that dirt Cah Chain look flash like a platinum plaque Gloves come same colour as my bally So gloves all covered in black And Bro just changed them plates on the getaway ting And he ain't gonna change them back Whip it cazh, kick it Flash That's 5 man coming out a paigans flat Give it back, simple as PostManMash, TBlock Gang Uh-uh Mad mad mad mad I couldn't beleive my eyes Got the other side talking lies Now I gotta get my guys Or go pattern that fourtyFive But I swear down on my life You won't see Cass in the same disguise Hi-Hit up the roads I'm lurking Hit up that prick for certain PostmanMash ima make that certain Through your front door ima make that curtains Uh-huh PostmanMash ima make that certain Uh-huh PostmanMash! Switch off the social All I see is dissing and cursing Everytime I see them in real life They change to a different person Looking for a nigga Lurking whipping excursion Let them still chit chat on the net Don't worry I'll whip it in person