[Intro] Mud on the Js Ash in the tea glass Chair on the porch Whole block look mean, yeah (skrrt) [Chorus] This that porch talk, porch talk (ayy) Yell it from the screen door, doors off (doors off) Big mouth, big smoke, forked tongue Whole gang gettin' loud off one crumb (one crumb) This that porch talk, porch talk (what?) Sliding on the set in a short walk (short walk) If you feel froggy, then jump, boy We been outside since lunch, boy (yeah yeah) [Verse 1] Rust on the rail, but my ring brand new Slide like oil when I breeze past you Cup so dark, got the sun look blue Stomp on the step, make the whole wood move (boom) Pocket got a limp, money drag one leg Tires in the yard, but the truck still red Heard you do the most for a lil' blue check We do the most just to run up a check (facts) [Chorus] This that porch talk, porch talk (ayy) Yell it from the screen door, doors off (doors off) Big mouth, big smoke, forked tongue Whole gang gettin' loud off one crumb (one crumb) This that porch talk, porch talk (what?) Sliding on the set in a short walk (short walk) If you feel froggy, then jump, boy We been outside since lunch, boy (yeah yeah) [Verse 2] Chain so bright make the paint look dusty Plate so hot make a fake boy crusty Slide on the curve, take two spots, comfy You ain't from here, why your tone so jumpy? (huh?) Satellite dish on a roof like a halo Still cook work in a pot by the table Talk so slick make a preacher say "maybe" Hand so quick turn a threat to a fable (gone) [Chorus] This that porch talk, porch talk (ayy) Yell it from the screen door, doors off (doors off) Big mouth, big smoke, forked tongue Whole gang gettin' loud off one crumb (one crumb) This that porch talk, porch talk (what?) Sliding on the set in a short walk (short walk) If you feel froggy, then jump, boy We been outside since lunch, boy (hey!)

rap, Southern trap knock with bouncy, swung drums and a grimy, twangy lead guitar riff looping like a chant. Male vocals barking upfront, ad-libs panned wide, call-and-response gang vocals on the hook. Verses ride a slippery, double-time pocket with reckless energy; 808 glides hit hard under clipped hi-hats and snare cracks. Mix stays loud and abrasive, clipping on purpose for a raw album-cut feel, with occasional drops to half-time for extra swagger before the hook slams back in., loud, raw

Porch Talk Anthem