OFF THA PORCH lyrics

[Chorus]
Jumped off the porch
Who the f*ck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the f*ck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have sh*t
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 b*tch said she like the way it shine
f*ck a run and dine, I just mac and smack a b*tch

[Verse 1]
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
f*ck naw, f*ck naw
I won't Catch another case
f*ck naw, f*ck naw (Sett..Sett..Sett)
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
[Verse 2]
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 n*gga
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 b*tch just to be on drugs, Just so I could f*ck
Hit that hoe sober, Then I made a play serving powder

[Verse 3]
Yeah I just get this green, Then I smoke some green
f*ck n*ggas snitching
Then these hoes going ride who they think got bands
f*ck boys, Yeah we take from them
pus*y n*ggas yeah we cross them out yeah
Dummy licks, Dummy bricks
Goofy n*ggas 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 b*tch
You will get splat b*tch, You is not my homie
You is not my brother b*tch, You could suck a dirty di*k
You is not considered a new lick
Mop stick
Popping off, Like that forth of July bond sh*t
Feeling like Osama, But I ain't Isis
Yeah my b*tch is black, But she not the same as Obama
I stayed on that gang sh*t
[Chorus]
Jumped off the porch
Who the f*ck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the f*ck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have sh*t
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 b*tch said she like the way it shine
f*ck a run and dine, I just mac and smack a b*tch