Porsche

Lyrics

[Chorus: Casper TNG] Pull up, Porsche, headless horse I just spent a bag and my swag on fleek, of course Why I got bags on my eyes? I get no sleep, of course He want beef, of course Does he want meat? Abort I think they hatin' on me, chase a bag, these niggas snorin' I think they ratin' on me, police tried to kick my door in Whip up in the mornin', spent a bag this mornin' Pull up, Porsche, headless horse [Verse 1: Casper TNG] Pull up, Porsche I don't really feel like walkin' You so bored, that release you waitin' on, I copped it Cops made me nauseous, we ain't had no option She wanna run from the kids, I told her she gon' swallow it Lil' nigga, he want problems, he don't want no politics Pull up Porsche, shit, she thought she was loyal, she won't hop in it Then they booked me for some shows unless they guapin' it Not unless the guap legit, not unless the spot is lit But it will be 'cause we poppin' bitch I'm in the cut, I do my glizzy dance, K Money, money boppin', bitch And I bet shorty wanna rock wit' it Yeah, I bet shorty wanna thot to this Yeah, shorty wanna thot to this She asked my name but she knew my name Yeah right, lil' bitch, I ain't new to games, uh G-Star or Balmain's, uh Fuck a True Religion Buddha man, uh [Chorus: Casper TNG] Pull up, Porsche, headless horse I just spent a bag and my swag on fleek, of course Why I got bags on my eyes? I get no sleep, of course He want beef, of course Does he want meat? Abort I think they hatin' on me, chase a bag, these niggas snorin' I think they ratin' on me, police tried to kick my door in Whip up in the mornin', spent a bag this mornin' Pull up, Porsche, headless horse [Verse 2: LB Spiffy] Pull up in a Porsche, in sport You look like a dork My money is short Now I got hunneds bands on me, that's so saucy She could eat me like a frosty Told LS be a boss g I got a lotta bands on me She got a lotta hands on me I got a lotta fans homie Goofy niggas ain't my fomlay And I got a family to feed And I got the shit she need So she said work on a beat Shorty, I come wit' the heat And niggas think shit sweet 'til we pull up cut, meat I'm talkin' 'bout Wendy's, niggas I might like Fendi but I gotta swag on I put a bag on, I don't mean to brag Shordy reaches for the money I had I think it's just me and the cash I treat the cash like my dad Call the cash your grand-dad Pepe chew with the man Shit could get tragical Whippin' the magical I want the Porsche, I want the horse [Chorus: Casper TNG] Pull up, Porsche, headless horse I just spent a bag and my swag on fleek, of course Why I got bags on my eyes? I get no sleep, of course He want beef, of course Does he want meat? Abort I think they hatin' on me, chase a bag, these niggas snorin' I think they ratin' on me, police tried to kick my door in Whip up in the mornin', spent a bag this mornin' Pull up, Porsche, headless horse