BACK 2 GRIME PORCHY (Ft. Cianna Blaze & Oxxxymiron)

[Intro: Porchy]
I was born for this, can't let them forget
I'm from the era of the disk and cassettes
I can do grime, pop and trap, I'm vet
'Cause I don't really care, so please don't be upset

[Verse 1: Porchy]
Ring the bells for the king pin
Ding-ding
Spitting bullets all you hear is zing-zing
Ping-ping
Sonar got an echo when I sing tings
Ring-ring
Now I got her twerking on a sling string
Wink-wink
Bouncing like a spring-spring
Clink-clink
I'm in love with the beat
Not a fling ting swing wings
Metaphor for flying
Ever so I'm applying
My forces, I'm supplying
Everyone with what I bring-bring, yeah
Got it popping like popcorn
If they got a million bangers — I got more
Drop four in a week, watch everybody drop jaw
Hot core, so I kill it for everyone's encore
On tour, grip the microphone until my hands sore (sore)
Dropped out of college, I never made sophomore (sophomore)
I got connections, so if anybody test me
I don't care if we're connected cuzzy
I'ma cut chords
My name's Porch (go)
Yeah, I bring forces (go)
I spit raw shit (go)
I can't forfeit (go)
Important (go)
No exhaustion (go)
No endorsements (go)
No extortion
Still get this shit lit like torches
Might catch me with a bitch that's gorgeous
Thousand horses to the fortress where the sauce is