Starobensky - Off the Porch Lyrics

Hopped out my feeling and hopped in a bag, Uh
Hopped out my old whip and hopped in a jag, Uh
I pulled up, hopped out I'm dripping with swag, Huh
And you pulled up, hopped out, and back in a cab, Huh
F*ck the 150 songs you on, you ain't topping this (F*ck em, never)
And make sure you double them C's when you rock to this
Fellas you can punch up on a bag, ladies you can squat to this
Head bop, shoulder lean with the lean just hip hop to this

Bada bing, bada boom anytime I
Make my way into a room hoe (Boom!)
The show I'm on ain't on no cable for it you should really really get in tune tho (Watch)
I got the wave it's coming soon
Screaming f*ck 12 n***a like I hate noon (F*ck em)
They say the limit is the sky
F*ck that I'm headed up into the moon woa
No you f*ck boys don't have no chance when we mobbing (Nope)
Ok you goon but what's a goon to a mobster?
Yea n***a I'm a monster
Freddy Krueger w/ the Rastas
Baby 9 with a 30 in it, it'll cook a n***a like some pasta (Blaoww)
It'll only take me boutta minute a man
Ya' shordie told me you minute man
Everything that you're witnessing
I done almost damn sure invented man
Ya hoe in the cut, I'm drilling it
4 in a cup, I'm spilling it
I'm zoeing it up, they feeling it
They zoeing ya bucks, stealing it
Woof woof, I'm still a dog & I wasn't shit when she met me
Made my way through the trenches on my own, no father he a dead beat
187 in progress I done killed the shit it's a dead beat
All I see is bars, ya' in PC
This hollow point and not a BB, n***a

Hopped out my feeling and hopped in a bag, Uh
Hopped out my old whip and hopped in a jag, Uh
I pulled up, hopped out I'm dripping with swag, Huh
And you pulled up, hopped out, and back in a cab, Huh
F*ck the 150 songs you on, you ain't topping this (F*ck em, never)
And make sure you double them C's when you rock to this
Fellas you can punch up on a bag, ladies you can squat to this
Head bop, shoulder lean with the lean just hip hop to this

Jump, hip hop to this
Ay lime add a chop to this
No red lights you ain't stopping shit
500 the degrees, you ain't hot as this
Free spazzo got caught with the grip
Free baby sav got caught on a hit
Broke hating n***as yea I see them plotting
Keep mine don't get caught without it
For the opp shit, gotta glock shit
Gotta cold flow and a hot bitch
Gotta bench warrant, gotta cop bitch
If I get bagged she gon stop shit
She gon wild out she gon pop shit
Then I'm all out, I'm on a yacht bitch
Lookin for a plate tryna eat w/ diddy
Tryna slide through his block he ain't peep me, did he

Bloody red my eyes when I pour my lines
I done poured about 4, & I don't need no more
And her curves no lie, made me swerve my ride
Gotta walk like goddamn, Gotta ass like woa
She don't play no games
All about her change
She gon rep my set, yea, she gon scream my name
And I'm on my job n***a, I'ma do my thing (Uh)
And My name gon bang, forever, that's on my gang it's SKEE!

Hopped out my feeling and hopped in a bag, Uh
Hopped out my old whip and hopped in a jag, Uh
I pulled up, hopped out I'm dripping with swag, Huh
And you pulled up, hopped out, and back in a cab, Huh
F*ck the 150 songs you on, you ain't topping this (F*ck em, never)
And make sure you double them C's when you rock to this
Fellas you can punch up on a bag, ladies you can squat to this
Head bop, shoulder lean with the lean just hip hop to this