Porches

[Hook]
Porsches, skrt skrt
We ride ‘round in Porsches
Forgi’s, Forgiatos
We ride ‘round on Forgi’s
Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos
Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto
Forgi’s, we ride ‘round on Forgi’s

[Verse 1]
Pull up in a Panamera, it’s a coupe
My niggas with me and they all gonna shoot
We back to back on ‘em Forgi’s in cahoots
We back and forth with these bitches, alley-oop
These bitches on Percocet’s, now they want boot
Fuckin’ everybody, now they want you
No discrimination, loving the crew
Get top in the booth and then hop in the coupe
Might pour me a four and then hop in a Lear
I’m poppin’ a seal while you sip all the beer
My diamonds shining, they reflect like a mirror
Porsche 911, playing with the gears
I drop the top, make your bitch feel the breeze
Fingerprint to start, it came with no keys
When it’s cold outside I walk with the heat
If you ain’t talking money let’s keep it brief
I been looking at the Rari lately
Bald head the coupe like a cancer patient
I’m balling, you do too much pump faking
I run up my money like an elevator
Paper chasing, running through these majors
Flying to Cali, smoking different flavors
This mansion came with acres with no neighbors
You are not allowed, you ain’t a player
I’m riding in the coupe sippin’ lean
Bitch say she fuckin’, want the team
Lowkey in the VIP rollin’ weed
Let me smoke the cookie ‘fore we leave
I just met a foreign in Aroma
I was in the moment, I don’t want her
My partners still be trapping on the corner
Got up in the morning, he pick up them chonies

[Hook]
Porsches, skrt skrt
We ride ‘round in Porsches
Forgi’s, Forgiatos
We ride ‘round on Forgi’s
Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos
Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto
Forgi’s, we ride ‘round on Forgi’s

[Verse 2]
My partner he just copped the Maserati
My shooter he do drive-bys on Ducattis
My bitch she tropic, got her from the islands
I put her in the bando, whip Miley Cyrus
AMG turbo came with the nitrous
YRN the label, we do no hiring
If that bitch don’t get no money I’m firing
My niggas selling the dab and you buying it
Forgiato’s, bitch I’m riding on Forgiato’s
John Wic might hang out the drop top and bust you
You be with too many snake niggas, don’t trust you
Pull up, take your bitch, fuck her, give her back to you
Trap out the Lambo and jugg out the 12
One call to my plug, get the pack in the mail
Forgiato’s, they be spinning like Ferris Wheel
Say you riding in a foreign but I can’t tell

[Hook]
Porsches, skrt skrt
We ride ‘round in Porsches
Forgi’s, Forgiatos
We ride ‘round on Forgi’s
Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos
Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto
Forgi’s, we ride ‘round on Forgi’s