[Hook]

Porsches, skrt skrt

We ride ‘round in Porsches

Forgi’s, Forgiatos

We ride ‘round on Forgi’s

Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos

Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto

Forgi’s, we ride ‘round on Forgi’s

[Verse 1]

Pull up in a Panamera, it’s a coupe

My niggas with me and they all gonna shoot

We back to back on ‘em Forgi’s in cahoots

We back and forth with these bitches, alley-oop

These bitches on Percocet’s, now they want boot

Fuckin’ everybody, now they want you

No discrimination, loving the crew

Get top in the booth and then hop in the coupe

Might pour me a four and then hop in a Lear

I’m poppin’ a seal while you sip all the beer

My diamonds shining, they reflect like a mirror

Porsche 911, playing with the gears

I drop the top, make your bitch feel the breeze

Fingerprint to start, it came with no keys

When it’s cold outside I walk with the heat

If you ain’t talking money let’s keep it brief

I been looking at the Rari lately

Bald head the coupe like a cancer patient

I’m balling, you do too much pump faking

I run up my money like an elevator

Paper chasing, running through these majors

Flying to Cali, smoking different flavors

This mansion came with acres with no neighbors

You are not allowed, you ain’t a player

I’m riding in the coupe sippin’ lean

Bitch say she fuckin’, want the team

Lowkey in the VIP rollin’ weed

Let me smoke the cookie ‘fore we leave

I just met a foreign in Aroma

I was in the moment, I don’t want her

My partners still be trapping on the corner

Got up in the morning, he pick up them chonies

[Hook]

Porsches, skrt skrt

We ride ‘round in Porsches

Forgi’s, Forgiatos

We ride ‘round on Forgi’s

Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos

Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto

Forgi’s, we ride ‘round on Forgi’s

[Verse 2]

My partner he just copped the Maserati

My shooter he do drive-bys on Ducattis

My bitch she tropic, got her from the islands

I put her in the bando, whip Miley Cyrus

AMG turbo came with the nitrous

YRN the label, we do no hiring

If that bitch don’t get no money I’m firing

My niggas selling the dab and you buying it

Forgiato’s, bitch I’m riding on Forgiato’s

John Wic might hang out the drop top and bust you

You be with too many snake niggas, don’t trust you

Pull up, take your bitch, fuck her, give her back to you

Trap out the Lambo and jugg out the 12

One call to my plug, get the pack in the mail

Forgiato’s, they be spinning like Ferris Wheel

Say you riding in a foreign but I can’t tell

[Hook]

Porsches, skrt skrt

We ride ‘round in Porsches

Forgi’s, Forgiatos

We ride ‘round on Forgi’s

Pull up in a Panamera sitting on Forgiatos

Hop out with my pockets feel like I just hit the lotto

Forgi’s, we ride ‘round on Forgi’s