[Intro]
Yessir
Big Porter
Grah
Know what the fuck it is
Grah
TP in the cut with me
Grah, grah
She said, “I'm on fire”
I'm on fire, n***a
Grah, grah, grah

[Verse]
Big stepper, big Porter
You know I do this shit
Maneuver with some 9-Block Crips, totin' the ruler clips
Fuck who you wit'
I came out the cut and n***as was too equipped, with stupid shit
So we got some foolishness for the foolishness
I'm doing this cause n***as say I'm just a drill rapper
Get on a beat like this and lyrically kill rappers
Don’t compare me to them lil bastards
Drill rap is like an i8 and I'm more like a Ferrari
I'm tryna run the state while bitches ridе me like a Harley
Got a bitch namеd Zoe, she got a friend named Quinn
And Zoe last name was Quinn, so I thought that they was kin
I ain't really give a fuck, I backed the truck and said, “Get in”
I ain't tryna make amends with none of my old friends
Seen my uncle locked down, I might never see again
Fuck all of my old bitches, I'm putting them in my spliff
Blow they spirit out my lungs, now they Gone with the Wind
Dirty n***a from the Bronx, I was stompin' in my Timb's
Started getting my name out, and now these bitches want my yams
I'm a different type of n***a, I been working on my pen
Cookin' up, I'm in the stu', you ain’t got bars, you can’t get in
N***as hatin' on a youngin' 'cause they know he could flow
And he gon' touch up on the places that they never could go
All this hatin' shit motivation, I'm letting 'em go
Tell 'em to face it, like good Jamaican, I’m here for the show
Told these mother fuckers that I ain't the one to go and play with
Real rapper, lil n***a, all you drill n***as basic
Bunny hop up in the spot, I'm with the guys, you might not make it
Talkin' spicy, I see a chance to take your life then Ima take it
Real n***a, never faked it, I just kept a low profile
N***as want some wreck, I tell 'em, “Bet,” like, we can showdown
12 o'clock at noon, we turn your block into a ghost town
I’m smoking up these dead n***as, I think I see his ghost now
You was Blood, now you Crip, and wanna go and blitz on a Makk
I got some love for some Hounds, but Mocha droppin' the Hat
Like, n***as Gz, then they Sleeze, I'm like, “Bitch, oh please”
The gun be hot, but when you up it, shit be making them freeze
Everything dead, if you tight, then, n***a, come for my head
Catch lil baby DDot, n***as might just rock him to bed
Feel like 50, How to Rob Drill Rappers, instead
And you can play it back when I'm finished, you can hear what I said
Like, I'ma start with 41, I fuck with y'all, but it's over
Like, Ta' literally 4'1", n***as running him over
“Jenn Carter got the WAP,” y'all n***as pause for that
You probably said the Wock', but I don't know, y'all n***as pause for that
Kyle Richh, he a bitch, man, that n***a went to private school
I catch him dolo, we gon' beat him out his diamond jewels
Jenn Carter not the best dyke, and she never will be
'Cause Young M.A. still alive, so all you drill bitches kill me
Talkin' 'bout you, “Top 2, not 2”
Bro, what the fuck?
Have my cousin, Tre, pull up just to box you
Spitting like a dragon, blowing smoke right out my nostrils
All these drill bars getting older than a fossil
EK scream in every song, I wanna hear something different (Why you yellin'?)
B-Lovee sound like he eating peanut butter when he spittin'
Yus Gz the black man, Batman, Sarge Yus
You got hit a lotta times, you should stay in the booth (You got shot in the ass)
Nah, fuck that, I'ma get up on my Jaydee shit
I’m dissing everybody, fuck it, it's gon' make me lit
Run down on 26, like, we just want us a chain
And then we said, “Never-mind", 'cause we can’t read what it say
I just want New York to get back on that old school gritty shit
Fuck is all that dancing with the hips? Like, that's that Philly shit
New York'll set the trends, and I ain't ever follow silly shit
That’s why I throw the Blazer like I'm 'Reem, I’m on my Billy shit
When I got my gun, I feel like everybody a stain
That n***a J.I. a bitch, I see him, I'm taking his chain
Spin the 'Rey and spin the 'Well, I'm 'bout to make me a name
Blow the gates up on the 8 like I was playing the game
Can't spin at night 'cause Nesty black, I can't see none
Flashed it on a Blick, I upped this shit, and he like, “Please buzzin', I ain’t want no static, and please excuse me for mean muggin'”
All that dissin' on the dead, was on his knees like he ain’t mean nothing?
Murda B, you family, you know that I'ma fuck with you
But bitches beating on you in the Yams, that ain't comfortable
Said you beating on bitches, you ain't do it then
I don’t know what you gon' do when they pull up with the—
Kenzo B, you said you not Gz, but you throw up Gz in the picture
Probably a thot, treesh, get up on your knees off the liquor
That n***a, TG, he like five feet, I'ma kick him
All these short n***as, I don't need a blick or a chop
N***as talkin' 'bout the Sweepers, but the Porters brung the mop
N***as really think they slimey, so we come to wipe the snot
Bitch, I'm looking for a Sweeper, tryna clean a n***a block
Bring the .40 or the shotty, hit S with the Dot
It's like the shotty do karate, way it leave a body chopped
And Shani Boni, I'm on ya body, I'm tryna eat the box
Tryna show you n***as that the Porters do it the best, and all these other lil' n***as is stressed, mother fucker