8 Laws

8 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 ****

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 **** keep acting while I keep on rapping

The streets keep sayin' 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 linin' you up

Then it's really gonna be gun-talk

You see that's Buddha, that's switchin' the beat

I'm in the booth and I'm spittin' the heat

Motivating these ****, 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 tweek

I got some shooters who ready to tweek

I'm only talkin' like this for the streets

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 **** who playin' the block

Who hustle for nickels and quarters too

They business at seven, it's almost eleven

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

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 **** 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

****, that's law number five

No matter the time, don't rat on your guys

This shit be exposing my mind

The closer they to you, man, you'd be surprised

And ****, it get dangerous

All of these bitches is lyin' and settin' up

She tellin' you slide, you touchin' her thighs

Then all them **** 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 **** in Heaven

And ****, that's law number fight

Just follow these in the hood, and you great, gang