Retch Off The Porch
[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
If you wanna bounce that shit, bounce that shit
Ayy, Mack, man, smack that
Throw that shit back like... shit, backin' all on that fat shit, you heard?
Uh, huh
[Chorus]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us
[Verse 1]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Make that booty jump just like a private dancer (Ayy)
She gon' let me hit it just because my bands up (Ayy)
Jumpin' out of 'Raris and we're pullin' Lambs up (Ayy)
Got some pretty model bitches snortin' grams up (Ayy)
Be cautious who you f..ck with, nigga, you'll get jammed up (Ayy)
My jeans from AMIRI, yeah, they be a band up (Ayy)
Why you actin' scary? Pussy nigga, man up (Ayy)
Nigga pull up shootin' at you, what you gon' do? (Ayy)
Chopper turn a silly nigga straight to fondue (Ayy)
Everything designer, hoppin' out of fly coupes (Ayy)
I wake every day and thank the Lord I'm not you
[Chorus]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bag up
Ayy, lil' mama bend it over, flip it, throw her ass up (Ayy)
Let her whip the foreign, now I got it gassed up (Ayy)
She gon' throw it back and I'ma count this cash up (Ayy)
I'm in Neimans faded, I be spendin' mad bucks (Ayy)
Thumbin' through a check, I had to add the math up (Ayy)
Forties, that get tricky, had to use a Magnum (Ayy)
Have your bitch, if it's hot out, had to pull a cab up (Ayy)
I be with my Billy niggas throwin' rags up (Ayy)
FastMoney gang 'cause bitch, we run the racks up (Ayy)
Pussy niggas coppin' pleas and throwin' flags up (Ayy)
Treat him like a beat and get a nigga tagged up
[Chorus]
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us
Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
Why you lookin' mad? I know they can't stand us (Ayy)
