Lyrics Off the Porch - Retch
Ayy,
yeah
If
you
wanna
bounce
that
shit,
bounce
that
shit
Ayy,
Mack,
man,
smack
that
Throw
that
shit
back
like...
shit,
Backin'
all
on
that
fat
shit,
you
heard?
Uh,
huh
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Talkin'
like
you
tough,
then
we
pull
the
vans
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
lookin'
mad?
I
know
they
can't
stand
us
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Talkin'
like
you
tough,
then
we
pull
the
vans
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
lookin'
mad?
I
know
they
can't
stand
us
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Make
that
booty
jump
just
like
a
private
dancer
(Ayy)
She
gon'
let
me
hit
it
just
because
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Jumpin'
out
of
'Raris
and
we're
pullin'
Lambs
up
(Ayy)
Got
some
pretty
model
bitches
snortin'
grams
up
(Ayy)
Be
cautious
who
you
fuck
with,
nigga,
you'll
get
jammed
up
(Ayy)
My
jeans
from
AMIRI,
yeah,
they
be
a
band
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
actin'
scary?
Pussy
nigga,
man
up
(Ayy)
Nigga
pull
up
shootin'
at
you,
what
you
gon'
do?
(Ayy)
Chopper
turn
a
silly
nigga
straight
to
fondue
(Ayy)
Everything
designer,
hoppin'
out
of
fly
coupes
(Ayy)
I
wake
every
day
and
thank
the
Lord
I'm
not
you
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Talkin'
like
you
tough,
then
we
pull
the
vans
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
lookin'
mad?
I
know
they
can't
stand
us
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Talkin'
like
you
tough,
then
we
pull
the
vans
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
lookin'
mad?
I
know
they
can't
stand
us
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bag
up
Ayy,
lil'
mama
bend
it
over,
flip
it,
throw
her
ass
up
(Ayy)
Let
her
whip
the
foreign,
now
I
got
it
gassed
up
(Ayy)
She
gon'
throw
it
back
and
I'ma
count
this
cash
up
(Ayy)
I'm
in
Neimans
faded,
I
be
spendin'
mad
bucks
(Ayy)
Thumbin'
through
a
check,
I
had
to
add
the
math
up
(Ayy)
Forties,
that
get
tricky,
had
to
use
a
Magnum
(Ayy)
Have
your
bitch,
if
it's
hot
out,
had
to
pull
a
cab
up
(Ayy)
I
be
with
my
Billy
niggas
throwin'
rags
up
(Ayy)
FastMoney
gang
'cause
bitch,
we
run
the
racks
up
(Ayy)
Pussy
niggas
coppin'
pleas
and
throwin'
flags
up
(Ayy)
Treat
him
like
a
beat
and
get
a
nigga
tagged
up
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Talkin'
like
you
tough,
then
we
pull
the
vans
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
lookin'
mad?
I
know
they
can't
stand
us
Ayy,
lil'
mama
dippin'
low,
she
make
it
twerk
to
stand
out
(Ayy)
Hopped
up
off
the
porch,
I
had
to
run
my
bands
up
(Ayy)
Talkin'
like
you
tough,
then
we
pull
the
vans
up
(Ayy)
Why
you
lookin'
mad?
I
know
they
can't
stand
us
(Ayy)
1 Goin Up (Intro)
2 Trippin
3 Affection
4 Keep Bangin
5 Came In
6 Nah Fr
7 Porn Star
8 Dead Friends
9 Trickery
10 Off the Porch
11 Gang Shit
12 Bodeine Brazy
13 Fed Up
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