Off the Porch 2
Since a youngin been trapping
I'm really bout it no acting
Niggas to busy capping
They all talk no action
Sending threats through a caption
Playing games like ima fold
But ima wipe a nigga nose
Up the Glock and let it blow
Niggas dissing through songs
Than see me and wave
But I ain't friendly so ion say hay
Cause deep down inside
I know that they hate
And this nigga bitch stalking my page
In other words
He upset and afraid Cause Yung ARO
Might be fucking his bae
Skip I and j and go straight to the k
That's the only way
I deal with the hate
We aping shit
Like we sponsored by Bape
You disrespect
And get put in the grave
Fucking twitting
Say that shit to my face
OvO bitch I stay with the drak
All of my niggas be flossing
And we big bosses Like
Tony Montana
Like a judge bitch
We slamming that hammer
I'm connected from Brazil to Atlanta
Chunk up my set
Then bang the banana
This life that I live
Is not for the camera
In the trap
We got more snow than Santa
All white talking Hanna Montana
If It's Up ima shoot
You niggas snitching blues clues
I'm really stepping what it do
Off the porch to the booth
I get my bread and I stay out the way
I'm not the type to be in niggas face
Bitch put respect on my mfn name
Ima big dog I just broke off my chain
Iknow these young niggas hate me
Iknow he hate that I fuck on his lady
I bought some Gucci
Bought some for my babies
I hit these bitches by 2's on the daily
And when I say he I mean all of y'all
I just popped yo bitch like a adderall
Stick ha with this dick
Make her waterfall
4 of them stroke on my golf ball
I'm stunning
So all of these niggas hate
Call the gang
They upping the crime rate
Smoking sticky
This shit got me outta space
Fuck yo bitch
And my kids tryna meet her face
I'm not the type
That's gone talk to these niggas
Cuz these niggas be acting
Like lil bitty hoes
These niggas acting
Be cappin bout action
Dont fuck with these bitches
Cuz these bitches bold
Pull up with some jackers
And they get to clapping
Them niggas gone stretch you
Right outta yo clothes
Catch the wave bitch dripping
This bitch think I'm Pimp
Cuz I than talked
The lil bitch out her clothes
I'm bout my money and I gotta get it
They tryna book me I tax em for 50
I put on Louis & fix it with Fendi
These bitches don't love me
Want me for my image
I loss my heart
But I swear I still feel it
Loss my grandma
Yea the streets the get wicked
I talked to god
But I still fight with demons
I did some shit
I just hope he redeem it
I'm really bout it no acting
Niggas to busy capping
They all talk no action
Sending threats through a caption
Playing games like ima fold
But ima wipe a nigga nose
Up the Glock and let it blow
Niggas dissing through songs
Than see me and wave
But I ain't friendly so ion say hay
Cause deep down inside
I know that they hate
And this nigga bitch stalking my page
In other words
He upset and afraid Cause Yung ARO
Might be fucking his bae
Skip I and j and go straight to the k
That's the only way
I deal with the hate
We aping shit
Like we sponsored by Bape
You disrespect
And get put in the grave
Fucking twitting
Say that shit to my face
OvO bitch I stay with the drak
All of my niggas be flossing
And we big bosses Like
Tony Montana
Like a judge bitch
We slamming that hammer
I'm connected from Brazil to Atlanta
Chunk up my set
Then bang the banana
This life that I live
Is not for the camera
In the trap
We got more snow than Santa
All white talking Hanna Montana
If It's Up ima shoot
You niggas snitching blues clues
I'm really stepping what it do
Off the porch to the booth
I get my bread and I stay out the way
I'm not the type to be in niggas face
Bitch put respect on my mfn name
Ima big dog I just broke off my chain
Iknow these young niggas hate me
Iknow he hate that I fuck on his lady
I bought some Gucci
Bought some for my babies
I hit these bitches by 2's on the daily
And when I say he I mean all of y'all
I just popped yo bitch like a adderall
Stick ha with this dick
Make her waterfall
4 of them stroke on my golf ball
I'm stunning
So all of these niggas hate
Call the gang
They upping the crime rate
Smoking sticky
This shit got me outta space
Fuck yo bitch
And my kids tryna meet her face
I'm not the type
That's gone talk to these niggas
Cuz these niggas be acting
Like lil bitty hoes
These niggas acting
Be cappin bout action
Dont fuck with these bitches
Cuz these bitches bold
Pull up with some jackers
And they get to clapping
Them niggas gone stretch you
Right outta yo clothes
Catch the wave bitch dripping
This bitch think I'm Pimp
Cuz I than talked
The lil bitch out her clothes
I'm bout my money and I gotta get it
They tryna book me I tax em for 50
I put on Louis & fix it with Fendi
These bitches don't love me
Want me for my image
I loss my heart
But I swear I still feel it
Loss my grandma
Yea the streets the get wicked
I talked to god
But I still fight with demons
I did some shit
I just hope he redeem it
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Writer(s): Dominique Rodgers
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