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