Porche.AI

Baby tryna blow me inna porche, feel the forces, uh, tires skirt'n, ah, feel the horse,

Lookin fly as hell like issa sport, aye, aye, Got da forces, uh, aint no jordans, nah,

Notta focus, uh, it's A z we whippin in, out of focus, so i gotta beam on medicine, didnt notice, till my life already hit the fan, when i wrote this shit i let my demons represent,

Now my baby tryna do me sittin passenga i'm honestly off one too many fourties now they addin up, n killin me, my shorty too good for me i aint bad enough, indefnitely that chef be onna roll we call that batter up, i told you that my,

Hommie pullin up he gottat gatta tucked, drawn on head to toe my crew so tatted up, used to whip the stolo now they registered, bro phone we come dolo got that understood