8 Laws

Lyrics

[Intro] Hah They said they missed me like this Eight laws [Verse] Don't post all the crack, all the weed that you sellin' when you in the trap, first law Don't post the locations, you beefing with niggas, they know where you at, second law Get the money, don't flash it, you count it and wrap it and stack it You know that's the third law Them niggas keep acting while I keep on rapping, the streets keep saying they want more I put my hood on the map If you talkin' different, just know that it's gun talk And if you talk crazy, I'm lining you up Then it's gon' really be gun talk You see that's Buda that's switchin' the beat I'm in the booth when I'm spitting the heat Motivating these niggas, I feel like I'm Meek If I tell you don't look then you better not peep Ask for a pack, be done in a week I got some shooters, I'll know they'll tweak I got some shooters who ready to tweak I'm only talkin' like this for the street They said they missed me like this They said that I'm changin' up with all the autotune Y'all know that I'm real, I got me a deal Now I feel the old Porter comin' soon I know some niggas who playin' the block Who hustle for nickels and quarters too They business at 7, it's almost 11 No guessing, it might be a quarter to This is the facts, I put it in rap I'm tired of hearing the politics And no, I ain't worried, I don't give a fuck If I ain't missing a dollar, bitch (Facts) Comin' up, this is like law number four This is a law that you cannot ignore You sellin' that work, you better not talk Them coppers gon' come in and kick in your door Got me some paper, I want me some more I'm tryna be with my gang on the tour Runnin' the score, I don't care what it cost I'm showing niggas that I am a boss Calling me Porter, I feel like the man I hate all the suckers like Alpo Say that's your brother and rat on your mans Disrespect, that is the utmost Nigga, that's law number five No matter the time, don't rat on your guys (At all) This shit be exposing my mind The closer they to you, man, you'd be suprised And nigga, it get dangerous All of these bitches is lyin' and settin' up She tellin' you slide, you touchin' your thighs Then all them niggas gon' stick you up You see, that's law number six M.O.B., money over a bitch I gotta walk with the grip Nine shots when we walk with the clip And you see, that's law number seven No disrespecting if a nigga in Heaven And nigga, that's law number eight Just follow these in the hood, and you great, gang Grrt