[Chorus]
Jumped off the porch
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't make it
Who the fuck said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have shit
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 bitch said she like the way it shine
Fuck a run and dine, I just mac and smack a bitch

[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
Fuck naw, Fuck naw
I won't Catch another case
Fuck naw, Fuck 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***a
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 bitch just to be on drugs, Just so I could fuck
Hit that hoe sober, Then I made a play serving powder

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