WATCHER Lyrics

That boy gon learn what I got tucked

Nothin to lose so square on up

That boy a square he out of luck

Get a transfusion he losing his blood

Joints all infused he smoked like some bud

Make him do cardio watching him run

Flashing the blade cause he hardly know nun

H-H-H-Hop off my dick

Tapping my line but I'm blockin yo bitch

Ride with a stick bitch it shot with a kick

Breaking him down I ain't talking a brick

Slide

He ain't wan' die

He ain't want smoke he knows he'd choke

He keep his pride

Bitch I got spies checkin in yes I got eyes

He gon' drown blood in his lungs we turned the tide

I turnt my fye

Hurt, heat applied

He wearing white dead of night, that boy get dyed

Boy get a guide

5 deep get fried

I'd win a fight with my hands tied and eyes blind

Bitch don't try to try mine

Bitch spit so sick

I'm gon need me a quick kit

Get quick hits off now he talk with a lisp when

We get bro offed cause his talk ain't consistent

We lit sticks off cause the Choppa got big kick

Feel like Rick Ross fuck with gunplay and big sticks

Cho-Chop big stock make him shoot from a distance

I got my blade gon' erase his existence

Slide

He ain't wan' die

He ain't want smoke he knows he'd choke

He keep his pride

Bitch I got spies checkin in yes I got eyes

He gone drown blood in his lungs we turned the tide

I turnt my fye

Hurt, heat applied

He wearing white dead of night, that boy get dyed

Boy get a guide

5 deep get fried

I'd win a fight with my hands tied and eyes blind

Bitch don't try to try mine