Watch Out ft. A. Wal Da Producer Lyrics

Fuck is ya'll talking bout?

Ay mane

It's some real niggas finna step to the mic

And when real niggas talk bitch niggas oughta listen

Ya'll crybaby ass simpin

I don't know who gassed you niggas but here go the light

He don't like me, he just liking all this light I got up in me

He don't love me, he just love the way he shining when he with me

Hundred groupies in my DMs but can't none them niggas hit me

Only speak in real bitch, that's why these niggas do not get me

Aye watch out lil bruh

Swear can't none these niggas see me

Dark glasses when I roll up, bitch I'm rawer than sashimi

Cut my old nigga off for acting like he wanna be me

Thought he wanted a bad bitch, but couldn't figure how to treat me

Aye watch out lil bruh

My fault I ain't even see ya

Can't fall out bout her, no

That lil ho is not needed

I fall in and out her throat she eat it til she knock kneed

She tried put me on her post, I told her nigga that's not me

Post up brand new coast, I'm smoking on Cali Za Weed

I can't show up unless you post my check, no probably's

I might spend a nigga stash on my suit, not Harvey

And I'm sitting sideways in sum fast but can't go out Paul Walker

I'm that bitch I'm the Supreme

Feel like a gangsta how I lean

Fresh to, fresh to fucking death, feel like I'm banging Mr. Clean

I am every nigga dream

All my exes still a feen

I done turnt up on they ass, them niggas bitter, drinking neem

I'm so tight I'm looking right, thick bitch bussin' out the seams

Use yo mane for target practice, perfect aim without a beam

I be on a natural high, i get lit without a bean

Bitch my name been getting hot, getting myself lit without a team

I'm the biggest, I'm dat nigga

Ho I'm taller than Kareem

I been big but getting bigger

Can't show up without the cream

You know me and A.Wal, bitch we been the dream team

And we been spooking bitches way before Halloween

Kick shit with Big Cherry, we coming with Methods for the cream

Ride sum red, clean, all these niggas ODB

She told me get my passport, she tryna chill overseas

Back home got a task force, they gone kill over me

I ain't even tryna brag, I stand on my business I'm Great Khali

Nah Ion even sell no bags, still beat up a pack like Ali

I need my bitch top shelf, no I don't fuck with colleagues

I just turned up my grind, I came a long way from ollies

Too much cash on my mind, like sky it's blue and foggy

I rock out feel like Fozzy, take off just like rockets

I just dropped another 60 but I'm not James Harden

Young nigga say he got puppy shit, shit, probably hardly