Off the Porch

(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Glizock
Yeah

Ayy, I jumped off the porch then I jumped in the booth
I used to ride ten-speeds (skrrt-skrrt), now I got a new coupe (yup)
Young nigga humble, but I play it off cool
Boy, don't think this shit a game, I'll put you on the news (yup)

Choppas on us, put 'em choppas on you
Yeah, the beams red, and green, but them bankrolls blue (yeah)
Got a bad bitch, she got a bankroll too
Yeah, I be poppin' my shit, she be poppin' shit too (yeah, pop)

Hatin' ass niggas tryna watch my moves (what?)
Ice and bling, but the Glock go boom, yeah (fah)
Cappin' ass niggas can't do what I do (yeah)
Big Glock bitch, and you know how I do it (yeah)

These dog ass hoes can't fool me
I got 'em all choosin', got 'em wanna chew me, yeah
Diamonds dancin' on me like Uzi
Choppa kick Brucе Lee, pullin' up too deep

Yeah, wit' my .223
It's a baby choppa, I'll rock ya ass to sleep
I been sippin' codeine, this shit got me too geeked (too geeked)
Yeah, too geeked

I been sippin' codeine, high for like two weeks
Smokin' on some strong, yo' shit too weak
Fuckin' up the ozone, burnin' so many trees (yeah-yeah, burnin' so many trees)
Play, you can get burnt too (yeah)
Young nigga straight out the South Memphis Zoo, uh

And I don't play by the rules
I know a nigga bitch, then again I'm a goon (yeah)
Big ass stick, I'll clear out the room (bah-bah)
I'll clear out yo' block when I bring out the broom (bah-bah-bah, yeah)
Big ass stick, I'll clear out the room
I'll clear out yo' block when I bring out the broom (bah-bah, bitch)

Ayy, I jumped off the porch then I jumped in the booth
I used to ride ten-speeds, now I got a new coupe (yup)
Young nigga humble, but I play it off cool
Boy, don't think this shit a game, I'll put you on the news (yup)

Choppas on us, put 'em choppas on you
Yeah, the beams red and green but them bankrolls blue (bah-bah)
Got a bad bitch, she got a bankroll too
Yeah, I be poppin' my shit, she be poppin' shit too (yeah)

Heater on my side, don't test my cool
I fire up a 'wood and go straight to the moon
These niggas cap about a lotta shit that they do (cap)
I'm Mr. Glock nigga, I'll take ya ass to school

I never trust a bitch, that's some shit I can't do (uh-uh)
Nah, nigga that's some shit I can't do (uh-uh, uh-uh)
(I never chase a bitch, that's some shit I can't do)
Yeah, 'cause I'm too busy chasin' loot

I'm all out west smokin' doobies like Snoop
Yeah, I'm playin' with the blues, shit, I shoulda went to Duke
Yeah, Glock be the name and I do what I do (yeah)
If you think this shit a game, then you must be a fool (fool)

Huh, yeah, you must be a fool
I got a bag on me, I put a bag on you (put a bag on you)
Yeah, put a bag on him too
Nigga, if I was you, I'd be mad at me too (hah)

Ayy, I jumped off the porch then I jumped in the booth (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to ride ten-speeds, now I got a new coupe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young nigga humble, but I play it off cool (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boy, don't think this shit a game, I'll put you on the news (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Choppas on us, put 'em choppas on you
Yeah, the beams red and green, but them bankrolls blue
Got a bad bitch, she got a bankroll too
Yeah, I be poppin' my shit, she be poppin' shit too (yeah)

Hatin' ass niggas tryna watch my moves (what?)
Ice and bling, but the Glock go boom, yeah (blaow)
Cappin' ass niggas can't do what I do (cap)
Big Glock bitch, and you know how I do it (yeah)

These dog ass hoes can't fool me
I got 'em all choosin', got 'em wanna chew me, yeah
Diamonds dancin' on me like Uzi
Choppa kick Bruce Lee, pullin' up too deep

Blaow-blaow, wit' my .223, huh, nigga



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