Porter House Lyrics

You think it's all fun and games

You fuck with napalm you want the flames

Mess with a bull you get the horns

It's one in the same

We hunting

You game

For the majority its game over

I apologize

You stuck in the reign

Remember I was only a buck and some change

My and my bro was running game

And nothing changed

We really tryna stay outta them state books

Me and all my affiliates is straight crooks

I got more than one income stream

Niggas wanna do the dirt

Get caught, then come clean

Napalm and them run things

If you ain't going in you going out

I'm tired of all these weak ass rappers

These labels throwing out

That's cuz they wanna sign you niggas

For that low amount

You cop buss down and a chain

And blow ya whole account

I just made a deposit

And got more to count

Lobster and porter house

Long way from a quarter ounce

D'usse and Lambrusco is what we pouring out

The rustic bottle from Modena

It's on the house

I'm really Willie Nel

I'm on the road again

You on the couch

I'm really LOOPRAT in real life man

And you on the mouse

Really on you rap niggas tail

Wait till I drop my tape

Promise For a feature you ain't got the cake

There will be no debate

If I'm not the great

Sorry I'm late

But how many of y'all can truly say

It was worth the wait

Wait, wait

I'm worth my weight in gold

That's why my record

Looking like a plate of gold

Yup

That's right I got the Midas touch

Everything turn to gold with every mic I touch

Ha, Wait

I'm worth my weight in gold

That's why my record

Looking like a plate of gold

Yeah

That's right I got the Midas touch

Everything turn to gold with every mic I touch