Porch Story lyrics

VERSE 1
Serving red top from my project stoops. Tan butter tims be my combat boots. You run up on him he let the 9 let loose. They just kidnapped lil bro I gotta find that loot. Time to get up off my ass. The ransom was 50 grand. Call my n*ggas up time to turn the city to Iran. Hopped in the van with the sliding door. Uh, what is my hand boy the lawn mower. Put em in the bag after I mow em dow. A hunned in this mag enough shells to go around. I found his location whats the address? The home is vacant he was in the basement tied up and naked. With his face slit and his arm broken in 20 different places. I’m just waiting til I see these n*ggas Ima keep it gangsta. And they gon’ get this work it’s no way they’ll get this paper. They done met they match, and after that they’ll meet they maker

(CHORUS)
Out here on my grind all day and night
Dodging FBI just tryna get by
Why these jackboys tryna take my life?
And no it ain't honest playboy but I work for mine


Verse 2
Yeah, we got him out the basement now we loaded up like bases. And all my n*ggas hid around the house in different places. We all got sour faces for them hours we was waiting. We all just catching bodies while the carpet catch the cases. And f*ck our arraignment how we indoors and its raining. They say they wanted ransom so I’m guessing this the payment. And payback is a b*tch, and I just f*cked her with a raw di*k. Police come around for statements homie I ain't saw sh*t. Harassing us while we on the block, you know how the law get. Talking bout how n*ggas talking you know all that fraud sh*t. Asking bout my whereabouts on that specific day. sh*t I was getting brain by this b*tch name Michellay. sh*t that ain't where I was, but I bet that’s what she’ll say. I dealt with a lot of sh*t cuz I’m out here dealing weight. Put the gun down son. Live to see another day. That’s only in the movies b*tch I gotta keep my toolie