Pocked Watching
(专辑: Graduated From The Streets 2 - 2019)
Ay man you know Don't count me out till I
stop counting money (Bitch) Yeah Keep my money on me [?] And I
stay pouring up lean, no I
don't drink no bombay And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play All that pocket watching niggas doing, we gon' laugh at y'all All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao I'm in the
front, I
ain't ever been in the
back of y'all And my earrings look like some fucking basketballs, ah Bitch I
graduated from the
streets, I
got me my diploma I
put biscotti in my Backwood, fire it up, I
love the
aroma I
get with your bitch, you know I'm gon' bone her I'm rocking V-lone, you know I'm a
loner I
ain't a
hippy, you know I'm a
stoner Get hit with the
stick, you gon' be in a
coma, uh I'm in that [?] on the
back streets We throwing 1s in [?] and we fifty deep Go to [?] and make it rain, now we can't see our feet They like my style, they like my drip, they say I'm so unique And I'm never cheeks Serve you at a
meet & greet You tripping 'bout your main ho, I
fucked that ho like last week Money stacking up, I
stack that shit up to my knees I'm making plays, I'm putting that shit together, Drew Brees Keep my money on me [?] And I
stay pouring up lean, no I
don't drink no Bombay And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play All that pocket watching niggas doing, we gon' laugh at y'all All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao I'm in the
front, I
ain't ever been in the
back of y'all And my earrings look like some fucking basketballs, ah Yeah, earrings hit like Pacquiao I
don't know 'em, who is this guy? Why he tryna dap me down? I
walk in the
club with my strap, they don't pat me down And all they fake Instagram models, yeah they at me now, yeah (Fucking for some cheap liquor and some hookah I
know you, I'm a
king like muthafucking Martin Luther Please don't push me, I'll shoot you And the
money sign?) That's my marker [?] I'm 'bout to slam a
nigga bitch, Lex Luger And everybody getting hit, whoever next to you Cold heart, [?] coats for the
winter She talking shit but she gave me head on the
Sprinter Keep my money on me [?] And I
stay pouring up lean, no I
don't drink no Bombay And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play All that pocket watching niggas doing, we gon' laugh at y'all All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao I'm in the
front, I
ain't ever been in the
back of y'all And my earrings look like some fucking basketballs, ah