Off the Porch lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
If you wanna bounce that sh*t, bounce that sh*t
Ayy, Mack, man, smack that
Throw that sh*t back like... sh*t, backin' all on that fat sh*t, you heard?
Uh, huh

[Chorus]
Ayy, lil’ mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin’ mad? I know they can't stand us
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us

[Verse 1]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin’ low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Make that booty jump just like a private dancer (Ayy)
She gon’ let me hit it just because my bands up (Ayy)
Jumpin' out of ’Raris and we're pullin' Lambs up (Ayy)
Got some pretty model b*tches snortin' grams up (Ayy)
Be cautious who you f*ck with, n*gga, you’ll get jammed up (Ayy)
My jeans from AMIRI, yeah, they be a band up (Ayy)
Why you actin' scary? pus*y n*gga, man up (Ayy)
n*gga pull up shootin' at you, what you gon' do? (Ayy)
Chopper turn a silly n*gga straight to fondue (Ayy)
Everything designer, hoppin' out of fly coupes (Ayy)
I wake every day and thank the Lord I'm not you
[Chorus]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bag up
Ayy, lil' mama bend it over, flip it, throw her ass up (Ayy)
Let her whip the foreign, now I got it gassed up (Ayy)
She gon' throw it back and I'ma count this cash up (Ayy)
I'm in Neimans faded, I be spendin' mad bucks (Ayy)
Thumbin' through a check, I had to add the math up (Ayy)
Forties, that get tricky, had to use a Magnum (Ayy)
Have your b*tch, if it's hot out, had to pull a cab up (Ayy)
I be with my Billy n*ggas throwin' rags up (Ayy)
FastMoney gang 'cause b*tch, we run the racks up (Ayy)
pus*y n*ggas coppin' pleas and throwin' flags up (Ayy)
Treat him like a beat and get a n*gga tagged up

[Chorus]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us (Ayy)