Porch

Sitting on the porch catching first hand smoke
Grass beneath my feet as I take another toke
I've been up a couple days, I ain't slept at all
I gotta keep moving, I gots to ball

She went to work and it gave her lockjaw
She a little kitty so she scratched me with her claws
Her ability in bed deserves applause
Raps too sweet call 'em kit kat bars
Give me any beat and Imma bout to eat
I got hoodies on my body and Nikes on my feet
I ain't mean in the streets but I'm mean in the sheets
Any girl I been with, well they'll tell yah what I mean
Pull up in the spot, give a fuck what they think
They is just a phrase, for the bitches who hate
Don't got time for that, I am on a money chase
Ice in my veins, I ain't got no damn chains
And I like to spend my racks on my art and my girlfriend
Mom and my dad, and eventually the world, fam
Fuck a beat, beat it up
Spin like a whirlwind
When my girl here, clothes off, close the curtains

Sitting on the porch catching first hand smoke
Grass beneath my feet as I take another toke
I've been up a couple days, I ain't slept at all
I gotta keep moving, I gots to ball



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Writer(s): Bradley Carter
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