BlueBucksClan - Pocket Watchin’ lyrics
[BlueBucksClan - Pocket Watchin’ lyrics]
Niggas broke as fuck
Y'all be pocket watchin'
Wrote my own scripts, I'm the real doctor
For my birthday, I got a rocket launcher
All these spikes on my feet
Like I'm playin' soccer (Nick Down)
Got a foreign with no limit's, bitch
I'm Silkk the Shocker
She gon' suck it 'til I quit
She a pill popper five-fifty on this plate
I don't eat Whoppers
Need to come save your bitch
'cause I can't stop her
Sippin' wine up in Louis
I'm a real shopper
Ocean Prime with a dime eatin' real lobster
I like bitches that be bougie
But be real toppers
If Tay around, then it's juice
He a seal popper
If your bitch around, we gon' chill after
Ain't no niggas at our party, bitch
It's crowded out i got mad 'fit's
But this jacket all I'm proud about
Behind tints, facin' 'Woods
Got it clouded out nick Cannon in the coupe
How I'm wildin' out
She want me to hit it raw
Brought the condom out
Hey, if it ain't 'bout no money
Fuck you cryin' 'bout?
'Member sneakin' in to fuck
At her mama house
Fuckin' bitches off my name
I got hella clout
Said he took some shit from me? yeah
I highly doubt and she ride it like a pro
Watch her titties bounce
Remember havin' back spasms sleepin'
On that couch
Thousand dollar boots
Stompin' like I'm upset been that nigga
They keep tellin' me I'm up next
With another nigga bitch havin' rough sex
Play fightin' with your son
He ain't tough yet
Niggas rappin' ten years
Still ain't up yet
Takin' hoes on ten dates
Still ain't fuck yet
Ruth Chris, ten plates, we ain't stuffed yet
Niggas lame, tryna hang, nigga, fuck that
I be chillin' where the killers
And the thugs at all these bags in the club
We got guns packed
Big stompin' in these Christians
It's a bloodbath
Multiplying all these blues, yeah
It's good math
I'ma keep countin' these blues
'til my thumbs crack
Three grams in my 'Wood
Where your lungs at?
I was never tryna fuck, where your tongue at?
Niggas tryna do a song, where your funds at?
I thought it was gon' rain today
So I put these motherfuckers on
Alright, let me see?
Y'all be pocket watchin'
Wrote my own scripts, I'm the real doctor
For my birthday, I got a rocket launcher
All these spikes on my feet
Like I'm playin' soccer (Nick Down)
Got a foreign with no limit's, bitch
I'm Silkk the Shocker
She gon' suck it 'til I quit
She a pill popper five-fifty on this plate
I don't eat Whoppers
Need to come save your bitch
'cause I can't stop her
Sippin' wine up in Louis
I'm a real shopper
Ocean Prime with a dime eatin' real lobster
I like bitches that be bougie
But be real toppers
If Tay around, then it's juice
He a seal popper
If your bitch around, we gon' chill after
Ain't no niggas at our party, bitch
It's crowded out i got mad 'fit's
But this jacket all I'm proud about
Behind tints, facin' 'Woods
Got it clouded out nick Cannon in the coupe
How I'm wildin' out
She want me to hit it raw
Brought the condom out
Hey, if it ain't 'bout no money
Fuck you cryin' 'bout?
'Member sneakin' in to fuck
At her mama house
Fuckin' bitches off my name
I got hella clout
Said he took some shit from me? yeah
I highly doubt and she ride it like a pro
Watch her titties bounce
Remember havin' back spasms sleepin'
On that couch
Thousand dollar boots
Stompin' like I'm upset been that nigga
They keep tellin' me I'm up next
With another nigga bitch havin' rough sex
Play fightin' with your son
He ain't tough yet
Niggas rappin' ten years
Still ain't up yet
Takin' hoes on ten dates
Still ain't fuck yet
Ruth Chris, ten plates, we ain't stuffed yet
Niggas lame, tryna hang, nigga, fuck that
I be chillin' where the killers
And the thugs at all these bags in the club
We got guns packed
Big stompin' in these Christians
It's a bloodbath
Multiplying all these blues, yeah
It's good math
I'ma keep countin' these blues
'til my thumbs crack
Three grams in my 'Wood
Where your lungs at?
I was never tryna fuck, where your tongue at?
Niggas tryna do a song, where your funds at?
I thought it was gon' rain today
So I put these motherfuckers on
Alright, let me see?