Watch Me Rock Lyrics

Walking with brodies who walking with stogies

It's bound that I pick up the smoke

Yea, I been walking with people who carry a regal and shit like you won't even know

Pull up to 3 it take me off my toes

Turn up the beat that my brodie composed

The people that sleep are the ones who want beef

You won't catch me replying to 1 of these hoes

Bro got a forty he pour for he sip

I ain't got time to go deal with your shit

Yea I got blues on my mind all the time, it's surprising my eyes are as blue as they get

Spilling some juice on my brand new white checks

Now they worth more how you viewing the mess

Brodies my tribe I'm not talking bout quest

Know I'm one of a kind so it's nice if we met

Think of dropping more hits

Say my brodie no shit

My writing got so good you thought these lyrics ghost writ

Mr. Put it on

He putting on his team and the whole set

Yea I'm putting on new pieces they ain't in your stores yet

Spitting get me nauseous

But you know the flow sick

Around the globe shit

Taking photos, post it

Man these bitches getting toxic

Every word corrosive

Say a prayer, good omens

I wouldn't dare come close bitch

I rock dead stock

Fresh box

Throw 'em on my feet

Watch my legs walking tryna find a way to never crease

Ay, Feds watch my next drop to try and buckle me

I keep my record so damn clean there ain't no way they touching me

(Filler)

Watch me rock, huh

Watch me rock, huh

Watch me pull up to the function, mix the punch in with the wok

Watch me rock, huh

Watch me rock, huh

He sipping so damn much he got a lisp now when he talk

Skim a fistful off the top

I ain't fiscal with my guap

Now a days ain't like the same you pack a pistol or get popped

I know that shit abysmal

When their name engraved in rock

That's why I do this for my people all them who alive and not

Kids a poet

I know this

They finally start to notice how I'm fucking up the game

With every word I've ever spoken

Hate to rub it in but keep it on me I got lotion

We grinding every day we doing more than only hoping

Double back

I'm picking up a deal on Sax Fifth

My retirement so good my bank don't wanna match this

Yea, that shit so tragic I went from failing classes

Cuz I was writing while the teacher handed out the math quiz

On some hoe shit

I'm tuning out ya voice I'm hearing blah

On my pope shit

I'm wearing out the fit fresher than god

Yea brodie wouldn't touch her cuz he heard the head ain't bomb

Go to roll another fore I wake up, weed still in my palm