Fresh Off the Porch

That's a whole nother story
Nah nah nah fuck that I'm a just go straight in
Fucking up my bands I just hit my dance, ugh (Wahhnn)
Cannon in our bands

I couldn't wait I swallow the vape
I hop off the porch and open the gate
I hop in the Porsche and literally skate
Been bathing my apes in cranberry grape
My wine is vintage and come in a crate
Dining alone on tomahawk steak
She blowing me up complaining she late
A bitch gotta wait it ain't no debate
I'm not your escape got rid of my cape
My pull out method is kind of perfected
Say I ejected inside of her naked
But honestly nigga I can't recollect it
Highly respected and kind of eclectic
My chain is a hazard for young epileptics
Still be a pimp when I'm old and decrepit
And counting this loot when I'm wrinkled and wretched
Fall in the studio cut me a record
I swerve on a exit and certainly wreck it
All of them records your label selected
The reason your album ain't do as projected
Me and my niggas we keeping it trill
Too independent to fuck with a deal
It got to be like a hundred some mil
I'm making it squeal from under the wheels
Our automobiles got all of the frills
We switch out the grills and pick up the bills
Need me some fields a house in the hills
Need me some pussy that pop like a pill
I need a hot a girl to show me her skills
Who catch it and kneel wherever it spills
I call up my shooter to come with the drills
And this ain't a drill they coming to kill
But I couldn't wait I swallow the vape
Hopped off the porch and open the gate
I hopped in the Porsche and literally skate
Been bathing my apes in cranberry grape
Wine is vintage it come in a crate
Dining alone on tomahawk steak
A bitch got to wait this ain't a debate
A bitch got to wait it ain't a debate aye

Load them shits up let's roll
I couldn't wait yea yea
I couldn't wait yea yea
Hop out the gate yea yea
Hop out the porch yea yea
I got the torch yea yea
I got the sport yea yea



Credits
Writer(s): Renaldo Mcclinton
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