Porches to Porsches ft. Deadstock DP Lyrics

Uh, you know that lifestyle's different, nigga It's impeccable, ayy, uh

Bottles pop, guns pop, smooth transaction SD for SBs, you know I fuck with active

XDs and 16s, I'm a real rapper Criss-cross, no cheese, bitch, you ass backwards

Volt Nikes and a fleece, lookin' like a hazard In the yard with Kelis, doin' the Dirty Bastard

Shit, my love for NY, bitch, it's outstanding

And we came from hard times, Geezy went to Vanden

You know , I fuck with real chinks, we ain't eatin' Panda

That's my nigga, that's my pri, we gon' make it happen

Big bag, smokin' macho, I'm a Randy Savage Everybody get a gift, now I'm playin' Santa

Vanish, now I'm gone again know, I got two of them, call my phone again

All them wins, second nature, like it's common sense

I'm the boss, McMahon, we ain't wrestlin', bitch, lifestyle

I just want a billion dollars and the baddest, bitch

I come from nothin', so I'm used to never havin' shit

They sent shots, but them niggas not accurate Paint the town in some Acura's long sleeves

when we backin' in Duffel bags full of cash, but the dogs can't smell

If we healthy and wealthy, then we all gon

prevail I'm into sharing I can't keep this shit

all to myself niggas stoopin' so low, they below the belt

Stay fresh and keep it movin' forever Student winnin' so long that even losses don't feel like I'm losin'

Real Gs movin' silence like the word foreign

First it rains, then it starts pourin' And I'm far from normal, got em hoppin

the border

And that's highly unfortunate for my part of

the portion grab the mic record it, turn me up, distortion

See DP , that's my brother from Porches to Porsches, yeah

It's impeccable