Big Cedo - OFF THE PORCH Lyrics

At 12 I was cool young nigga
When I jumped off the porch
Nigga I raised hell
I have no clothes back then
But right now havin some drip
Like a mother f*cking Well
These niggas they cotton
Pillow marshmallow
I'm too concrete
Bitch I'm to shell
We got the gas for the low
But the za for high
93 unleaded
My trap house gas station just like Shell
Give me yo rules
And you Know imma rebel
I ain asking
For Shìt Lil homie
Imma just get this shit all by myself
Ain no more basketball
I don't think my family believe in the Rap shit
Until I unwrap them checks that's Come through the mail
Even if you death
Imma force you to hear this music
This pain in my soul
Imma turn it wealth
Swift rest easy yea We both fly to Death
This ain no fraternity
But If you my nigga
And if there is some pressure
Best believe Big cedo gone step
We got glocks and 9s
Aks and MPs
Aummunition
Hollow points
Bitch And 223s
Strip a rap nigga
Make em beg please
These niggas small real petite
I'm 6,9 bih 215
F*ck around beat one of you niggas to sleep
Better have yo motherf*ckin heat for me
Still get a face shot nigga r.I.p
Now yo mama she really can't sleep
Now Young cedo Be havin bad Dreams
I'm back on the road
I step on shit
Bitch you know how it go
My Yung niggas on go
No dictionary
I give them the word
If I say so
I f*ck with some bloods
But I really love crips
No I don't bang
I heavy affiliated
Make a phone call
Get shot in yo lip...
Fa Fa Pow bust at yo lip
My nigga Kargo battle his own Demons
I got his back for many reasons
Got in field and we beat up some niggas
I ain even gone to talk abt pullin Triggers
Carry a tommy
We stackin hilfigures
We hustle daily
You lousy nigga
Imma dog when it come to these hoes
Bitch I'm back like I'm Derrick rose
Im going 30 miles per hour on the high way
Cause I just poured up four (Oh)
Cause young nigga
Just Stressing over a hoe
F*ck love
I'm really on loyalty for sho
And if there's some pressure
I'll pop at you air ballon and that's for Sho
You know I'm on go
My niggas on go
I'm psycho mode
I go zombie mode
At 12 I was cool young nigga
When I jumped off the porch
Nigga I raised hell
I have no clothes back then
But right now havin some drip
Like a mother f*cking Well
These niggas they cotton
Pillow marshmallow
I'm too concrete
Bitch I'm to shell
We got the gas for the low
But the za for high
93 unleaded
My trap house gas station just like Shell
Give me yo rules
And you Know imma rebel
I ain asking
For Shìt Lil homie
Imma just get this shit all by myself Yeah
(I swea no Kizzy)
Yea
Imma just get this shit all by self
The pain in my soul
Imma turn it to wealth
Swift rest easy
Yea we both fly to death
Long live Swift