Текст песни Off the Porch - Ant White

3:30 a
Catching plays
Shit
I can't feel my face
Water whipping
Turn to chains
Used to have the bitch
I didn't stay
I don't buy
As is
We was cool
Things change
I can't front
If u can't pay
Don't get caught lacking
We out broad day
Whipping in a bowl
Jumping both lanes
I give you a call
When the work land
Put it to the fire
Let the shit flame
I was selling pies
All for the cake
Know the feds watching
They see how you play
All these dead faces
Zombie to the bank
Money counter ring
And I know that she still for the play
I might hit it on the sink
Quater chicken
Get a rinse
New chopper
No prints
Wockhardt
Still sealed
Half a m
On wheels
This whole another tier
Hollywood
In the hills
I Break bread
Not Deals
I feel like
Fuck how u feel
Why your Dior look different
Why your smoke never hitting
Why your work never in
Never see the corners that you bending
Never seen the hood you say you been in
We get money like we print it
Bad bitch but she don't listen
I don't see no ceiling
You a save a ho
We the villains
Yeah they know who really realer
We the same off the camera
I can only deal with the dealers

Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Yeah
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Jump off the
Jump off the porch
Jump in a Porsche
Jump off the porch
Jump in a Porsche
Jump off the
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch

Pack done I ran few racks up
Hitter say slide with the mask off
Counting the funds for fun
Rolling up dope trying to blast off
You selling that work I will pass on
Eight hundred a foot
In my fashion
I woke up at noon
I'm smoking on glue
This shit like a nickel a zone
Tommy gun over the drum Capone
I set up then I went straight to the stove
Clean up my ice with the pyrex at home
Still in the hood shooting movies in rolls
She want to eat out
I feed her the sauce
Trap out the lofts
I made like four off a ball
Was ducking the law
I'm serving the soft
You wiping your nose
I'm out buying clothes
I'm out fucking hos
In butterfly doors
Ain't selling my soul
I'm selling them coke
Louis prescription
My vision all gold
Stick to the script
Like the yolk in the blow
Fork to the bowl
Buddakan I got little yoko on call
You can't do the time
Then don't get involved
Find me a razor I'm cutting it all
You know this razor come straight off the raw
Me and el trappo be talking like meech
Hit up the crib they sent out the fleet
Ain't nothing new
So they paying the fee
Nigga keep playing
I'm playing for keeps
I keep the blick in the room when I sleep
You can't take the heat get the fuck out the street
They thinking it sweet
This sour og
Free all the guys
It's still mob
I took a risk
Now this what it be
I took a risk
Now this what it be

Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Jump off the
Jump off the porch
Jump in a Porsche
Jump off the porch
Jump off the
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch
Jump off the porch