Porky - Haiti Babii

Ayy, ayy, yo hear me?

Ayy, ayo, you shut the fuck up

Bussin' at the white supremacists is what you better do

Fuckin' up yo' revenue, focus on what’s ahead of you

I’ma do some abracadabra, foot on the pedestal

Black lives matter, get yo' knee up off my neck, cuh

Flow always hittin' like I’m George Floyd Mayweather

Zickin' to the code, this that 1804, nigga

No, I ain’t no ho 'cause I got Zoe inside my blood, nigga

Fuck the police, I ain’t lookin' for no love

Quit speakin' on the North or get your shut fucked up

Quit askin' me for feature, I ain’t workin' with no snitch

Nigga, bow down to do who?

I ain’t never been no bitch

Btter ask about me, cuh

They know, h the boy

Tryna ho me, I’ll slap the ho out you

Yeah, that was me back then, I shot you

Call my brother, yeah, yeah, I got you

On my mama, mama, mama

All I count is coma, coma

On my mama, mama, mama

All I count is coma, coma

On my mama, mama, mama

Bitch, I’m on yo' ass, cuz

Better have my money when you pull up

I pop out the top (Skrrt)

I drop top the coup (Ooh)

I flip flop the whoop

I woo wop the oop (Ooh)

You whip the crack, the crack won’t whip you (Whip it)

You hold the Glock, the Glock don’t own you

Tryna kill a pig and left that porky on the porch (Haha)

Porcupine, lil' nigga, I put spikes on my kicks (Spikes, I did)

Balenciaga’s on the block, watch me bleed them (Sweet)

Feelin' like I’m blade with that sword on my back

Don’t call me brudda, brudda I ain’t ya dawg like that

Keep a poker in my hat just like a Yankee do

My daughter got mo' diamonds then you rap do (Than you rappers do)

Mr Miyagi on da block, all my niggas got chops

Niggas mad I’ma pop star, throwin' big NZ

If you ain’t from where I’m from, you ain’t been where I been

I advised you niggas to shut the fuck up in them mentions

You ain’t lived where I lived, I done thugged with da best

Bitch, I represent the North but I got niggas out West

Paid homage to some niggas and they still hated on me

If that ain’t love, fuck love, I done showed it the best

I done picked up the rap game and did a shoulder press

I done fucked up the track gang and showed 'em off the bench

They know

Ask about me, cuz

(They know, they know)

Tryna ho me, I’ll slap the ho out you

Yeah, that was me back then, I shot you

Call my brother, yeah, yeah, I got you

On my mama, mama, mama

All I count is coma, coma

On my mama, mama, mama

All I count is coma, coma

On my mama, mama, mama

Biotch

On your ass, cuz

Better have my money when you pull up