DHL Lyrics

Uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh

Look at them shakes, uh
Made up a dance
How come you shook?
But I ain’t took out my hands
Benz, Starbucks, starstruck
Bitch comin’ soon
That’s ’cause you suck (Suck me)
That’s comin’ soon (Suck my dick)
I’m in my bag
I’m in my bag, stay alert
I’m on my shit
Findin’ the key, pardon me
Findin’ the key, put it in, Kawasaki
Totin’ the Amazon
Shit like 6’5″ (Shit like 6’5″)
Take back, rewind (No, rewind)
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine (Baby be mine)
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine

Got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
Got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up on a pill
Got a pack, fuckin’ with Saturday chill
Just got up with a pack
Got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up on a pill
I got a pack, came from the DHL
[?] sound like a pill
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up on a pill
Count it up

Gotta
Niggas think it’s new, it ain’t new, boy
Old files just turned two, yeah, flu, yeah
Still sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon, yeah
Still sound like it’s comin’ soon, tell the truth
Boy toy suck me like a Hoover, like a Hoover
Boy toy ride me like a Uber, like a Uber
Smiley face, factory casing, buss it down, yeah
I love it
I forgave it, violations, ain’t seen ’em around, yeah
Could test it
Wavy pool, sippin’ on a pool
I’m tellin’ the truth bro
Run me a trade, brushin’ his waves
Shit look like ramen noodles
Fuck this shit sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon bro
And it still sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon
New files sittin’ on my drive, nothin’ new, yeah
New vibes and I can’t get down, what you do, yeah
New vibes, really can’t get down to the pool, yeah
New gliss sittin’ on the sis, on my wrist, yeah
New bitch ridin’ on my dick like a kick, yeah
All in the day and I paid for the studio rate, instead of the rent, yeah
Now I can hang in this bitch every day waitin’ for some inspiration to hit me
Look like I’m dressed for a hike but I really look like I’m in Paris and shit, yeah
Look like I’m dressed for a camp ’cause I’m pitchin’ up that, like I’m pitchin’ a tent, yeah
This ain’t no fuckin’ hopes and dreams, prophecy
All these sleeve wafers and the coffee bean
Roman numerals, niggas wanna buy me weed exposed
Double D’s exposed, post some beats
Fuckin’ these hoes, leave, now my fuckin’ floor stores
Move me slow, yes
[?] as XTC
You seen my bag, it’s swole at the MOMA, I can’t even fold it
I drop you a pin like I’m bowling
You want it so now you my enemy
Breakfast and dinner is plenty, we spend all that time alone, alone
Watchin’ the clouds, whoa, oh

I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, oh, a pack, yeah
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, oh, DHL
Just got up on a pill
And it’s woo
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just came up with a pack
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just got up with a pack
I got a pack, over at DHL
Chick just got up with a pack

Independent drug sellin’ records out the trunk
I’m already rich as fuck so the products in the front
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
But we been fuckin’ from the jump


by: Frank Ocean