On Your Porch
Open up 12am on some Christmas shit Keys to your front Like store Where’s my money knocking at door front Guns on your porch Shots fired off your porch In the smoke like burners lit You’ll get it if you bust your shit Siren come after the sting In your crib like swat Looking for the drugs guns For the team to have fun Big man wit the terror like pun But this ain’t no jump man Unless you got funds man Cross you over like church When you swear you don’t touch man Hoping out your whip looking like a snack That afternoon cook Like lunch man Like a real dad putting shit on your lap Like don’t touch man Skittles pack Like lesbians Throw the beef on the grill watch the flames get higher Like in the hood when you fix your lighter Hook On your porch with the burner It’s run in time Like When see the beef When you outside Camera got you looking out side For the niggas coming inside Verse2 Big blaster in verse Leave you dead in your living room Bloody pool Blood in your lungs Like you screaming out swooo wooo Ya homies put you on a wall In the hood Where you felt alive Like a nigga felt your spirit like you dead alive Rest in peace to homies But you know the vibes Big k You know the hives Sting after sting Then you drop dead like bees Big bunch got you clapping in circles Like you swinging at bees Three times watch you drop dead You don’t think quick Goons gone bust your head Verse3 Got your body in a wagon Like 19 old school You not lit your shit is old school You know your go to You got no one to go to I been here before I just go tool then put it on ProTools Making shit vocal Hometown villain Like the smoke local And I was on your porch Beats Like Scott storch Hot drums Miami heat Like Scott storch making a beat Or that Miami fleet creeping in your streets My money ain’t thing Money ain’t a thing Ain’t the only thing I scream Like a scream front porch movie scene Like if we talking and I don’t got my thing Let’s not make no scene Flags won’t drop But the guns gon pop Like Justin Bieber on the hook Like I gave you a choice But you can’t run to the B’s Like either on the hook Gun clap Like Nas I made look
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Open up 12am on some Christmas shit Keys to your front Like store Where’s my money knocking at door front Guns on your porch Shots fired off your porch In the smoke like burners lit You’ll get it if you bust your shit Siren come after the sting In your crib like swat Looking for the drugs guns For the team to have fun Big man wit the terror like pun But this ain’t no jump man Unless you got funds man Cross you over like church When you swear you don’t touch man Hoping out your whip looking like a snack That afternoon cook Like lunch man Like a real dad putting shit on your lap Like don’t touch man Skittles pack Like lesbians Throw the beef on the grill watch the flames get higher Like in the hood when you fix your lighter Hook On your porch with the burner It’s run in time Like When see the beef When you outside Camera got you looking out side For the niggas coming inside Verse2 Big blaster in verse Leave you dead in your living room Bloody pool Blood in your lungs Like you screaming out swooo wooo Ya homies put you on a wall In the hood Where you felt alive Like a nigga felt your spirit like you dead alive Rest in peace to homies But you know the vibes Big k You know the hives Sting after sting Then you drop dead like bees Big bunch got you clapping in circles Like you swinging at bees Three times watch you drop dead You don’t think quick Goons gone bust your head Verse3 Got your body in a wagon Like 19 old school You not lit your shit is old school You know your go to You got no one to go to I been here before I just go tool then put it on ProTools Making shit vocal Hometown villain Like the smoke local And I was on your porch Beats Like Scott storch Hot drums Miami heat Like Scott storch making a beat Or that Miami fleet creeping in your streets My money ain’t thing Money ain’t a thing Ain’t the only thing I scream Like a scream front porch movie scene Like if we talking and I don’t got my thing Let’s not make no scene Flags won’t drop But the guns gon pop Like Justin Bieber on the hook Like I gave you a choice But you can’t run to the B’s Like either on the hook Gun clap Like Nas I made look
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