Key Glock - Off The Porch lyrics

Yeah Woah, Kenny! Ayy What's up, doc? Ayy, I got carats (What's up?) Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage (woop) Chilling with a baddie now my ex-b*tch jealous (Yeah) Flexing so hard now my friends say I'm petty (Uh) Everybody know that I'm a bad b*tch bandit (Yeah) I be fly as fu*k ain't no telling when I'm landing Yeah, this sh*t getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic Ocean, foreign whip coasting Sipping potion, moving slow motion Got me like, "Oh sh*t", might start dozing (Yup) Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice) Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah) My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah) Strapped like soldiers, b*tch, you know it Bank accounts and my guns loaded…