Porsches in Spanish Larry June & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Yeah, and when this shit drop
Don't be callin' my motherfuckin' phone either
Hahahaha, straight up
Al, what's happenin'? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
You don't know the feelin' when you ridin' on that road
With them oowops in the door panel, just tryna make it home (Wow)
Then you touch down safe, then find out your nigga gone (Damn)
Son two years old (Uh), still clutchin' on his pole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
They hit my spot out in Antioch, I'm tucked at The Marriott (Wow)
Put it in a Yiddish name, tuck spot in Brisbane (Brisbane)
Fled out to Mexico (Damn), linkin' up with Jorge (Uh)
'Bout to make another play, lookin' for a better deal (Man)
Water with the chlorophyll, walkin' through a money field (Man)
And we gettin' money still, but thеy don't really see the grind
Investеd in this shit, ask David Ali (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
We coppin' titles and deeds, you just coppin' a plea (Uh)
I'm likely to be with somethin' unique, I'm different, I'm sleek
I might cop the crib in Aspen, park the Jeep
We comin' with that C.O.D., it's blood in the streets (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm thinkin' 'bout these numbers all night, I really can't sleep
My mind calculate at a speed, a thousand degrees (Uh)
You wouldn't believe all the shit that I seen