Off the Porch lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
(Regarnd on the beat)
Yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Let me get in my bag
n*gga, ayy, yeah, look

[Chorus: Duffy]
I've been runnin' racks up, let broke n*ggas talk tough
Tell them n*ggas catch up, I'm icy, huh? We bossed up
Get the uchies, it's a must, if it's a race, we in the front
I made him jump with F&N and he had just jumped off the porch
I'll jump out and get sturdy, this LA, it's not New York
Mud walked through Hell's Kitchen, cooked the beef with pitchforks
I just went and f*cked up Neimans, I got bored
Off The Mussle, we the joints, yeah, we the ones that got the torch

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Blue strips, ice chili, mud cups, the juice spillin'
In my city, n*ggas hate to see us win, I'm used to it
See the way my jewels hitting? Yeah, I keep a tool with me
Shots rang, he know hangin' with the opps not bool with me
Mob tied, my hitman really went to school with me
Hood hall-of-fame status, tell them n*ggas ask 'bout me
It ain't sh*t to go get crackin', know we keep a couple fullies
Shoutout to my young n*ggas with the chops, they ain't no rookies
Yeah
[Chorus: Duffy]
I've been runnin' racks up, let broke n*ggas talk tough
Tell them n*ggas catch up, I'm icy, huh? We bossed up
Get the uchies, it's a must, if it's a race, we in the front
I made him jump with F&N and he had just jumped off the porch
I'll jump out and get sturdy, this LA, it's not New York
Mud walked through Hell's Kitchen, cooked the beef with pitchforks
I just went and f*cked up Neimans, I got bored
Off The Mussle, we the joints, yeah, we the ones that got the torch

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
My shotter kind of got a shorter, sorry, bro, I hate to warn you
I was busy gettin' money, gangbangin' wasn't for me
Rich rapper, that don't matter, still go kick it on the block (Rich rapper)
Kicked the rap game door down like we the Swag
Long extensions, Goldilocks, 30 sticks hold the stocks
We was really there for me when I had holes in my socks
You wasn't tryna shine with me, so hit the bench so you could watch
Told the bro stay in the booth, he spend most times in the streets, but sh*t, it is what it is
She know I'm rockin' either way
I just let an opp have it, now his blood on my Boosie fade
I was thuggin' since a youth and you just jumped off the porch
Chief Wiggims in my rear, time to flick this b*tch in Sport
Do the dash, ain't no questions, ask trying, get up on me, I'ma blast
Fifteen hundred on the shoes, 50K, you want the jewels, you do the math
Don't act stupid, ask the promoters, we pull up with twenty straps
Save a pair for my opps, I swear to God, they doin' bad
[Chorus: Duffy]
I've been runnin' racks up, let broke n*ggas talk tough
Tell them n*ggas catch up, I'm icy, huh? We bossed up
Get the uchies, it's a must, if it's a race, we in the front
I made him jump with F&N and he had just jumped off the porch
I'll jump out and get sturdy, this LA, it's not New York
Mud walked through Hell's Kitchen, cooked the beef with pitchforks
I just went and f*cked up Neimans, I got bored
Off The Mussle, we the joints, yeah, we the ones that got the torch

[Outro: Duffy]
Yeah, n*gga
OTM sh*t
They know what the f*ck goin' on
Keep the truth alive, n*ggas know who got the torch
Made him jump and he had just jumped off the porch
Ugh