Posted At The Store

[Chorus: Yung Joc]

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]

They know the name, they love the swag

When they hear this shit they gone say he's back

A hundred niggas we suited up

Did you here that? Bitch we tooled up

Sweet potatoes in the kitchen they cooking boy

Point em out, point em out, the Feds Lookin' Boy

I got beaucoup work, but I never seen the shit

I never touch the dope, bitch no finger prints

Posted in the Monte Carlo with the t's on it

I sold the davas on it, went thrown some D's on it

Skittles and the thrax got it by the boat load

City on lock bitch put it in a choke hold

We keep them chickens, Im a breast man

I'm not Usher Raymond, Joc don't confess man

And if you got some shit to got up off yah chest man

You look sleepy, get some rest man

[Verse 2: Yung Ralph]

I be posted on the block whether rain or sunny

Yung Ralph Cleveland ave Mr. Get Money

Mr. Sick Wrist, Mr. Crazy Charm

Drought season, work cost a leg and a arm

I be posted at the Amoco, getting cash

Yeah I'm parked at the pump but I ain't pumping gas

I be on a mission, making transitions

On up the interstate with bricks in my transmission

Running back to back to cars like a track meet

Army guns clip long like Shaq feet

They call me shell shawty and I remember that

It's summer time but my wrist bring December back

I heard a rumor out say I won't do shit

But I keep goons around me I ain't got to shoot shit

Joc roll the kush and I pour up the lean

Billionaire status we repping swagg team

[Chorus: Yung Joc]

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough

[Verse 3: Yung Joc & Gucci Mane]

Now the cookie cutter cut the butter starter just like dauterman

Now camaband is swarming in they say I'm drug loitering

Smoking on a stem or yah smoking a coke can

Still got the party pack so come and have a party

Flat shoals and bouldercrest so call me Sun Valley man

98 caprice and it's sounding like the marching band

See I pack it in like Pakistan, or soldiers in Afghanistan

It's Gucci Mane the african and I'm a black Republican

See my watch is Frosted Flakes and my chain Toucan Sam

Call me Gucci Mane gamasam I come from Birmingham

That's my Alabama, Atlanta riding in a phantom

Purple in my purple phantom smoking grape marijuana

And the aroma from the Arizona stronger the ammonia

Call me Gucci mane I'm looking at you baby girl im on ya

Cause I won't ya and I got ya got ya right where I want ya

The aroma of the Arizona stronger the ammonia, Gucci

[Chorus: Yung Joc]

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Catch me in the hood posted at the store

Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough