Porsche Poet Lyrics Lancey Foux
(No, no)
(You’re like a queen)
(You make me feel like the king in a castle in the sky)
Woo
Uh (Grr)
I don’t need no hook for this, I sit down and eat, I cook for this (Ah)
I’m keepin’ ’em shook for this, I swear on my life, they would for this (Ah)
In the mirror they look for this, reflectin’ the money, I’m good for this (Uh)
I built this and I can break down, I can dismantle, I can manhandle (Huh)
Police wanna do a shakedown, gonna find bands before they find angles
Gonna find VV’s, I’m freezin’ from my neck down to my ankles
They gonna find trees burnin’ my house, smellin’ like ***, Baccarat candle
They’ll never find evidence, I’m a mob boss ’cause I keep away from th_ camera
For a long time, I been logged off, but my nam_ got a lot of stamina
The way I paint it like Van Gogh, they wanna hang me up and make bank off (Uh)
Sixty racks in the travel bag, airport tryna call the bank for it
Bad *** my contraband, put a X pill in her tank top
We can never be the same, I planned this out when I was rocking diapers
And I’m trained to spray your gang, R.I.P, one by one like a cypher
In New York, I get paid in full like Mekhi Phifer
Hm, I switch my watch with my car ’cause they car-watchin’
Gotta switch my car with my watch ’cause they watchin’ my car
I switch the AP for Aventador (Chyeah)
I switch the 911 for a brand new Patek
I switch the panomara for a factory set (Grr)
Money comin’ in for the gang, my young niggas rich
We the type of niggas, we showin’ our hands on deck
Gangster, I’m showin’ my hand, I ain’t rockin’ a ring
What’s gonna keep me attached? I’m lockin’ my limbs
Soon as they scratch your back, they turn to a limb (Turn to a limb)
As soon as you know your spirit, your pockets on rinse (Woo)
From a million miles, they don’t have to squint, they can see that it’s him
Twenty-eight vibes in the spot, I ain’t trustin’ a thing, keep a stick like a pimp, uh
One plate, we were sharin’ back and forth, they’re the same
Told me how to prepare, that’s why I’m ready for this