OFF THE PORCH Songtext
von Doe Boy
OFF THE PORCH Songtext
(Danny, I see you)
Bah, bah-bah (uh)
Bah-bah, bah (uh)
Bah-bah (uh)
Bah-bah, bah (uh)
Doe Beezy (uh)
Look, Doe
Doe Beezy, let′s go
Mama said, "No", so you know I did the opposite (big bag)
Sorry ma' just bought this blick, I′m tryna see which opp I hit (sorry)
Only got four hundred dollars, tryna see which clock I get (you know, for real)
That four hundred dollars goin' turn to thousands, ma', I′m out here robbin′ shit
Nigga like 13 years old, gettin' drunk, I′m on some wildlin' shit (facts)
15, tried to rob me, got my nigga shot and shit (facts)
Had a hundred dollars, but I ain′t want it, empty my pockets, bitch (true story)
I came in fake, I started running, I see them cock the bitch (true story)
Clap broski chase me 'round the whip, but he miss (damn!)
I can′t fake, felt like a bitch, from this day forward I need a stick (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Now I'm out here with my .38 and this bitch stay on my hip (bah, bah, bah, bah)
And I dare a pussy nigga trip, this bitch stay on my grip (bah, bah, bah, bah)
The next nigga that try me is grab my kicked 'em on their shit (facts)
I go too far, go ask -, his whole family know I′m with the shits (ha!)
That was my nigga ′fore wе was beefin', nigga, he called me for the hits (remember)
Remember them niggas hop on yo′ ass, nigga, you called me for the blitz (remember)
Broad day, I'm outside, blick, blick, blick blick (blick, blick, blick)
Shot that bitch, tuck my nine, click his whole click blick (click blick)
Thinkin′ 'bout my old life, it′s crazy, I'm on rich shit
Ain't laying in the cell no more, I′m laying on a thick bitch (no more, come here)
Who this nose nigga, coming through talking too greasy? (No bap)
Move the bed for robbin′ niggas, that shit too easy (true)
Spoilt-ass, lil' niggas ain′t like me, it's too sweet-sweet (no sirski)
Give no fucks, shoot up the ′burbs, hop off the bus to East Cee (Let's go, oh, really?)
Been started my own gang, you nigga shoot when he speak (he ′bout that murder gang, nigga)
Shots fired, he irritating, that nigga shoot when he drink (boom, boom)
Gang came through, biggest sweep (sweep, sweep)
Feds came through, think it's sweet (sweept)
My main opp sayin' he ain′t a rapper, click the nigga page, I see a link (boom)
Link up in the bio, but he a lame down in Ohio (boom)
Niggas talk, but they know not to try though (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, catch up so we don′t let up, but my steppers got Beretta's (Beretta′s)
Let me stop telling this story 'fore I go to jail forever, nigga (pick a clan)
You shut the fuck up right now, nigga
′Cause I'm a- (oh, really?) Haha
Oh, God, when I really get to poppin′ that shit, nigga
You'll be mad
And the police gon' be kocking at my door, let me shut the fuck up
You dig?
Bitch (hey, let′s go, ha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bah, bah-bah (uh)
Bah-bah, bah (uh)
Bah-bah (uh)
Bah-bah, bah (uh)
Doe Beezy (uh)
Look, Doe
Doe Beezy, let′s go
Mama said, "No", so you know I did the opposite (big bag)
Sorry ma' just bought this blick, I′m tryna see which opp I hit (sorry)
Only got four hundred dollars, tryna see which clock I get (you know, for real)
That four hundred dollars goin' turn to thousands, ma', I′m out here robbin′ shit
Nigga like 13 years old, gettin' drunk, I′m on some wildlin' shit (facts)
15, tried to rob me, got my nigga shot and shit (facts)
Had a hundred dollars, but I ain′t want it, empty my pockets, bitch (true story)
I came in fake, I started running, I see them cock the bitch (true story)
Clap broski chase me 'round the whip, but he miss (damn!)
I can′t fake, felt like a bitch, from this day forward I need a stick (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Now I'm out here with my .38 and this bitch stay on my hip (bah, bah, bah, bah)
And I dare a pussy nigga trip, this bitch stay on my grip (bah, bah, bah, bah)
The next nigga that try me is grab my kicked 'em on their shit (facts)
I go too far, go ask -, his whole family know I′m with the shits (ha!)
That was my nigga ′fore wе was beefin', nigga, he called me for the hits (remember)
Remember them niggas hop on yo′ ass, nigga, you called me for the blitz (remember)
Broad day, I'm outside, blick, blick, blick blick (blick, blick, blick)
Shot that bitch, tuck my nine, click his whole click blick (click blick)
Thinkin′ 'bout my old life, it′s crazy, I'm on rich shit
Ain't laying in the cell no more, I′m laying on a thick bitch (no more, come here)
Who this nose nigga, coming through talking too greasy? (No bap)
Move the bed for robbin′ niggas, that shit too easy (true)
Spoilt-ass, lil' niggas ain′t like me, it's too sweet-sweet (no sirski)
Give no fucks, shoot up the ′burbs, hop off the bus to East Cee (Let's go, oh, really?)
Been started my own gang, you nigga shoot when he speak (he ′bout that murder gang, nigga)
Shots fired, he irritating, that nigga shoot when he drink (boom, boom)
Gang came through, biggest sweep (sweep, sweep)
Feds came through, think it's sweet (sweept)
My main opp sayin' he ain′t a rapper, click the nigga page, I see a link (boom)
Link up in the bio, but he a lame down in Ohio (boom)
Niggas talk, but they know not to try though (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, catch up so we don′t let up, but my steppers got Beretta's (Beretta′s)
Let me stop telling this story 'fore I go to jail forever, nigga (pick a clan)
You shut the fuck up right now, nigga
′Cause I'm a- (oh, really?) Haha
Oh, God, when I really get to poppin′ that shit, nigga
You'll be mad
And the police gon' be kocking at my door, let me shut the fuck up
You dig?
Bitch (hey, let′s go, ha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Cotrell Dennard, Danny Wolf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
