Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 8 Laws, artist - TJ Porter. Album song Voice Of The Trenches, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
8 Laws |
Hah |
They said they missed me like this |
Eight laws |
Don’t post all the crack, all the weed that you sellin' when you in the trap, |
first law |
Don’t post the locations, you beefing with niggas, they know where you at, |
second law |
Get the money, don’t flash it, you count it and wrap it and stack it |
You know that’s the third law |
Them niggas keep acting while I keep on rapping, the streets keep saying they |
want more |
I put my hood on the map |
If you talkin' different, just know that it’s gun talk |
And if you talk crazy, I’m lining you up |
Then it’s gon' really be gun talk |
You see that’s Buda that’s switchin' the beat |
I’m in the booth when I’m spitting the heat |
Motivating these niggas, I feel like I’m Meek |
If I tell you don’t look then you better not peep |
Ask for a pack, be done in a week |
I got some shooters, I’ll know they’ll tweak |
I got some shooters who ready to tweak |
I’m only talkin' like this for the street |
They said they missed me like this |
They said that I’m changin' up with all the autotune |
Y’all know that I’m real, I got me a deal |
Now I feel the old Porter comin' soon |
I know some niggas who playin' the block |
Who hustle for nickels and quarters too |
They business at 7, it’s almost 11 |
No guessing, it might be a quarter to |
This is the facts, I put it in rap |
I’m tired of hearing the politics |
And no, I ain’t worried, I don’t give a fuck |
If I ain’t missing a dollar, bitch (Facts) |
Comin' up, this is like law number four |
This is a law that you cannot ignore |
You sellin' that work, you better not talk |
Them coppers gon' come in and kick in your door |
Got me some paper, I want me some more |
I’m tryna be with my gang on the tour |
Runnin' the score, I don’t care what it cost |
I’m showing niggas that I am a boss |
Calling me Porter, I feel like the man |
I hate all the suckers like Alpo |
Say that’s your brother and rat on your mans |
Disrespect, that is the utmost |
Nigga, that’s law number five |
No matter the time, don’t rat on your guys (At all) |
This shit be exposing my mind |
The closer they to you, man, you’d be suprised |
And nigga, it get dangerous |
All of these bitches is lyin' and settin' up |
She tellin' you slide, you touchin' your thighs |
Then all them niggas gon' stick you up |
You see, that’s law number six |
M.O.B., money over a bitch |
I gotta walk with the grip |
Nine shots when we walk with the clip |
And you see, that’s law number seven |
No disrespecting if a nigga in Heaven |
And nigga, that’s law number eight |
Just follow these in the hood, and you great, gang |
Grrt |