Porsche Cayenne

You should drive a Porsche, Porsche Cayenne
Trappin' in Iran got me dodging trash cans x3

Blood thicker than water, fuck that
I know some prima donnas who'd kill
Their momma for that extra commas
Burner flex faster, syrup in the Shasta
Makin' moves like plasma
Acres Home disaster, street sweep the set
Neon green jet, Bought a Glock and a Tec
Invades my set
End up on the streets, hard like concrete
Never been homeless
Ridin' with a chrome test
My Glock – Changed 'em
Diamonds rearranged 'em
Maybe we replace 'em i'm a rolling stone
Riding on chrome past my home
I'mma stay stoned, fully grown
6 feet 3 with a Glock in the Jeep
I'mma make 'em ride 'em put
It through my legs, got a burner in the K
(Yuh, Make em Heat em, Wha)

You should drive a Porsche, Porsche Cayenne
Trappin' in Iran got me dodging trash cans x3

Porsche Cayenne see me in day
You can catch a tan
Maybe an A say out with the fam
Fuck with them Philly boys, turn shit to Iran
Im Something like the man boys
Worried that’s the brand
Got the streets going ham
Posted up with the wham
Stay up on my grustle, do it from the muscle
I could teach you how to hustle
Keep it … for the tustle
Learn from rocket when my turns done
Diesel we could burn some
If your girl grown come tell
Her get a perm done
I'm with Riff Raff, and get splished splashed
Hit your… with your rubber ducky in the Bath
Tub shower with them slugs
Shoulda showed love to a boss
Not a thug stupid
Torcher the block is a scorcher
Hot like Lil Wayne
I'm peeling em Porshaaaaaa

You should drive a Porsche, Porsche Cayenne
Trappin' in Iran got me dodging trash cans x6