Porky

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, yo hear me? Ayy, ayo, you shut the fuck up [Verse 1] Bussin' at the white supremacists is what you better do Fuckin' up yo' revenue, focus on what's ahead of you I'ma do some abracadabra, foot on the pedestal Black lives matter, get yo' knee up off my neck, cuh Flow always hittin' like I'm George Floyd Mayweather Zickin' to the code, this that 1804, nigga No, I ain't no ho 'cause I got Zoe inside my blood, nigga Fuck the police, I ain't lookin' for no love Quit speakin' on the North or get your shut fucked up Quit askin' me for feature, I ain't workin' with no snitch Nigga, bow down to do who? I ain't never been no bitch Bеtter ask about me, cuh They know, hе the boy [Chorus] Tryna ho me, I'll slap the ho out you Yeah, that was me back then, I shot you Call my brother, yeah, yeah, I got you On my mama, mama, mama All I count is coma, coma On my mama, mama, mama All I count is coma, coma On my mama, mama, mama [Verse 2] Bitch, I'm on yo' ass, cuz Better have my money when you pull up I pop out the top (Skrrt) I drop top the coup (Ooh) I flip flop the whoop I woo wop the oop (Ooh) You whip the crack, the crack won't whip you (Whip it) You hold the Glock, the Glock don't own you Tryna kill a pig and left that porky on the porch (Haha) Porcupine, lil' nigga, I put spikes on my kicks (Spikes, I did) Balenciaga's on the block, watch me bleed them (Sweet) Feelin' like I'm blade with that sword on my back Don't call me brudda, brudda I ain't ya dawg like that Keep a poker in my hat just like a Yankee do My daughter got mo' diamonds then you rap do (Than you rappers do) Mr Miyagi on da block, all my niggas got chops Niggas mad I'ma pop star, throwin' big NZ If you ain't from where I'm from, you ain't been where I been I advised you niggas to shut the fuck up in them mentions You ain't lived where I lived, I done thugged with da best Bitch, I represent the North but I got niggas out West Paid homage to some niggas and they still hated on me If that ain't love, fuck love, I done showed it the best I done picked up the rap game and did a shoulder press I done fucked up the track gang and showed 'em off the bench They know Ask about me, cuz (They know, they know) [Chorus] Tryna ho me, I'll slap the ho out you Yeah, that was me back then, I shot you Call my brother, yeah, yeah, I got you On my mama, mama, mama All I count is coma, coma On my mama, mama, mama All I count is coma, coma On my mama, mama, mama [Outro] Biotch On your ass, cuz Better have my money when you pull up