Off Da Porch

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
Pussy