Port lyrics

[Verse 1]
I [?] my wrist, [?]
Money in my pocket feel like a hoarder
I don't want sh*t, n*gga talking Porter
I got the junkies bumpin' on the corner
She at my crib coming with the urgency
911, gotta call an emergency
I slide the Berlin like I'm playing Germany
I made that sh*t and they always be perking me
Oh, that's your b*tch?
Touching, feelin, urking me
I get what I want, baby it'll work on me
I'm in the kitchen whippin' out the recipes
She sucked my di*k and you b*tches be necking me
She ride the bike, baby pushing them pedals
I shine and go baby just like the medal
Yeah that's my block, we got red like the devil
I polka dot n*gga just like a freckle

[Chorus]
I pull a deal and you think it was port
Poking with four, n*gga like a fort
All that you temptin' baby, bring in more

[Verse 2]
She sucked the team so I called her a whore
Step on a n*gga, push him with the floor
I pull on your b*tch and she open the door
She blew the whistle talking like it's too short
I had the Saint Laurent back when I knew her
I'm shining n*gga, cause I'm on the moon
Cooling with Charlie Brown, this no cartoon
He talking sh*t [?] in a cacoon
We going up n*gga, just like balloon
I'm f*cking two b*tches, told them save the drama
Looking for Curry Up in the Bahamas
I'm on the strip, rolling with the llama
I went to LA just to catch on some commas
[Chorus]
I pull a deal and you think it was port
Poking with four, n*gga like a fort
All that you temptin' baby, bring in more

[Verse 3]
Cashin' out with my n*ggas, ballin' out the store
Water on me, I might dive in the shore
We do it twice baby, just like the [?]
VV's shinning, that b*tch think I'm a lawyer
All of my ankle, got Christian Dior