Off Da Porch Lyrics

Hopped off da porch

I don't wanna marry

I don't want divorce

Toting pistols had this nigga preaching to da fucking law

Count my racks where u think u goin I need my money back

Hit him with a double stack

But this ain't no four for four

All this drip but I ain't no mr put it on

But shoutout guap when I drop this shit ima fuck all da thots

And fuck up all the spots

Y'all niggas water whippin still don't get no chicken

Better take care yo children

Call me vick the way I dog these hoes

Then I'm back up in my 24 that mamba mode

He try sell me all his dope he let it go for low

And Shawties stay under my belt I'm never losing tho

Then its back up on the road I gotta flip these O's

Pistol packin hammers bangin on da fucking road

Cause yall fucked up the code

When u try do the most thats when u get exposed

Don't make me teach a lil lesson to these silly hoes

I done learned a lot

You either find a conclusion or you are the plot

Before da jakes run up in yo spot take up all yo qwap

But call me mr stick it in the way fuck these thots

All these designer clothes all these hoes they get exposed

I'm still tippin on 44s wrapped up in four voes

Pimping and packing four hoes grippin extendos

And Ozzy got it for the low I thought u already know

And I'm back up in da trap chillin with my zoes

They ah clap ya fucking dome if u give up the code

But I'd rater shake his hand cause I'm a business man

Probably come up with a motherfucking business plan

I'm always thinking bout the bigger fucking picture damn

Where is my respect

I had to grab the teck

That shit fucked up his neck

Better protect ya neck

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