"Midnight Porsche" Lyrics

Whoa
Whoa
Oh yeah? (Whoa)
Okay (whoa)
Yeah (Freebandz)
(Atl Jacob, ATL Jacob) woo

Yeah
Course (yeah, yeah)
Of course (yeah)
Course
Midnight Porsche (course), hopped in a corpse (course)
Lamb' on Forgi's (of course), hard top like tortoise (of course)
Geeked up off Morphine (course)
Bad bitch need some Percskis (four, bitch)
Money long like centipede (course)
Keep a hunnid rounds near me (of course)
Sellin' Xans to the pastor (yeah, yeah)
Whippin' Ghost like Casper (whippin' the Ghost)
Pour a four in a Snapple (pour some four)
All my slimes they rattle (course)

Back of the Wraith with two sluts, yeah (let' go)
If you nauseous don't look up (woo)
Mom said I'm sippin' lean too much (yeah)
I'm hard-headed, pay for my cup (yeah)
Suck it, I just might bust (suck it)
Got twenty Glocks on one bus (yeah)
Put a G6 in her butt (that's crazy)
Thirty pointers and they cut (let's go)
Baccarat, choice of smell
I still fuck a ho but please don't tell (woo)
Came from orange, man, I'm Kenan & Kel
Got a hunnid bands sent through mail
B-r-i-n-g, empty all of the cheese (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Had to buy the bitch new knees (whoa, whoa)
I flooded my wrist up with V's (woo)
Designer bitch, yeah, got her Visa and her passport
Two hundred the dashboard
Three percent tint see the diamonds through the glass, whoa
Balenciaga on the gas though (wait, hold on)
My nigga just caught a body on camera, whoa
Didn't have on no mask, though
Chromehearts crosses on the back of my ass, huh
Just popped the blue transformer

Yeah
Course (yeah, yeah)
Of course (yeah)
Course
Midnight Porsche (course), hopped in a corpse (course)
Lamb' on Forgi's (of course), hard top like tortoise (of course)
Geeked up off Morphine (course)
Bad bitch need some Percskis (four, bitch)
Money long like centipede (course)
Keep a hunnid rounds near me (of course)
Sellin' Xans to the pastor (yeah, yeah)
Whippin' Ghost like Casper (whippin' the Ghost)
Pour a four in a Snapple (pour some four)
All my slimes they rattle (course)

Fuck your bitch from the back (yeah)
I don't know how to act (yeah)
I popped too much X (yeah)
'Bout to go cardiac (yeah)
Flexin' on my ex (yeah)
Still sent her a Cartier watch (alright, alright, alright)
Yeah, I know it's just too much to watch (let's go)
See a young nigga spending this guap
I can be her sponsor (yeah), pussy I conquer (yeah)
Saint Laurent boots, anaconda, yeah
Treat the Bugatti like Honda, yeah
Yeah, wrist, Rollie that, Audemar, Patek, no Muller
Do a drive-by in a '64 (yeah)
We can shoot it out like an old schooler
Uh, got ten bodies on a new ruler
Treat the new ruler like a old ruler
Niggas see-through, I see hoes through you
Now we catch a front line, you got no shooter
I just went 918 on my Porsche
Whip up that white like I know I'm at the store
Marni my boots, I wear this when I'm bored
Ice on my neck, I swear you can snowboard

Course, course (geeked up, yeah)
Course, course (geeked up, yeah)
Course, course (money long like a centipede)
Course, course (keep a hunnid round near me)
Course, course (selling Xans to the pastor)
Course, course (whippin' Ghost like Casper, yeah)
Course, of course (pour a four in a Snapple)
Course, of course (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)