Xtrappy - OFF THA PORCH lyrics
[Xtrappy - OFF THA PORCH lyrics]
Jumped off the porch
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have shit
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big ass bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo bitch said she like the way it shine
Fuck a run and dine
I just mac and smack a bitch
Leave my jazz on her face
Then I tell she got baby face (ouu)
Then I'm on my way to the crib
Yeah but shawty, She ain't underage
Fuck naw, Fuck naw
I won't Catch another case
Fuck naw, Fuck naw (Settsettsett)
I still got one pending
But we won't speak on that yuh
I was mia on a mission, For them blue faces
But, if you speaking on my gang
Yeah we be pulling up with the gang 888
We snatch yuh soul's, yuh we kick the door
You can't take none from us
Cause If you do we cut your fingers
Y'all be talking to the feds
Y'all be singing rat ass nigga
If he snitch on me
Yeah this choppa get to singing
Yeah this choppa get to ringing
Made like 6 songs, all in less than one hour
First I got the check, Then I got respect
Then came the power
I don't need a bitch just to be on drugs
Just so I could fuck hit that hoe sober
Then I made a play serving powder
Yeah I just get this green
Then I smoke some green
Fuck niggas snitching
Then these hoes going ride who
They think got bands
Fuck boys, yeah we take from them
Pussy niggas yeah we cross them out yeah
Dummy licks, Dummy bricks
Goofy niggas everywhere
Swear I can't go broke, If I beat that pop
If I beat that pop huh
I could never go broke
Yeah I remember I use to cut the grass
Now I kick back
Count hundred after hundred jugg
Wishing for that hundred band jugg
It don't matter if you hanging
Don't be talking with the opps bitch
You will get splat bitch, You is not my homie
You is not my brother bitch
You could suck a dirty dick
You is not considered a new lick mop stick
Popping off
Like that forth of July bond shit
Feeling like Osama, But, I ain't Isis
Yeah my bitch is black
But she not the same as Obama
I stayed on that gang shit
Jumped off the porch
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have shit
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big ass bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo bitch said she like the way it shine
Fuck a run and dine
I just mac and smack a bitch
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have shit
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big ass bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo bitch said she like the way it shine
Fuck a run and dine
I just mac and smack a bitch
Leave my jazz on her face
Then I tell she got baby face (ouu)
Then I'm on my way to the crib
Yeah but shawty, She ain't underage
Fuck naw, Fuck naw
I won't Catch another case
Fuck naw, Fuck naw (Settsettsett)
I still got one pending
But we won't speak on that yuh
I was mia on a mission, For them blue faces
But, if you speaking on my gang
Yeah we be pulling up with the gang 888
We snatch yuh soul's, yuh we kick the door
You can't take none from us
Cause If you do we cut your fingers
Y'all be talking to the feds
Y'all be singing rat ass nigga
If he snitch on me
Yeah this choppa get to singing
Yeah this choppa get to ringing
Made like 6 songs, all in less than one hour
First I got the check, Then I got respect
Then came the power
I don't need a bitch just to be on drugs
Just so I could fuck hit that hoe sober
Then I made a play serving powder
Yeah I just get this green
Then I smoke some green
Fuck niggas snitching
Then these hoes going ride who
They think got bands
Fuck boys, yeah we take from them
Pussy niggas yeah we cross them out yeah
Dummy licks, Dummy bricks
Goofy niggas everywhere
Swear I can't go broke, If I beat that pop
If I beat that pop huh
I could never go broke
Yeah I remember I use to cut the grass
Now I kick back
Count hundred after hundred jugg
Wishing for that hundred band jugg
It don't matter if you hanging
Don't be talking with the opps bitch
You will get splat bitch, You is not my homie
You is not my brother bitch
You could suck a dirty dick
You is not considered a new lick mop stick
Popping off
Like that forth of July bond shit
Feeling like Osama, But, I ain't Isis
Yeah my bitch is black
But she not the same as Obama
I stayed on that gang shit
Jumped off the porch
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have shit
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big ass bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo bitch said she like the way it shine
Fuck a run and dine
I just mac and smack a bitch