Gunna - Pocket Watchin' lyrics

(Makers, Run that back, Turbo)

One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it
(No) two thousand for my pants 'cause they
Pocket watchin' (yeah)
We don’t leave the land unless
I got a deposit (yeah)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause
The streets is plottin' (O oh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and
Jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more
They waitin' on my projects
(Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard
Look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these
Strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'

Start the continental, this a Mulsanne
Black on black, new 'Ventador
Like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)
This shit ain't a movie
But I'm true to the game
(I'm true to the game)
Disrespect my crew and we
Gon' shoot like Dwayne (Slatt)
See me comin' through, lil' nigga
Move out the way (Move out the way)
Don’t try to rob me in a 'Rari
We done blew up your face
(Blew up your face) i'm at the in the 'Rari
'bout to chill in Palace (Chill in Palace)
I’m thinkin' positive
I can't let the negative fuck up my day
(Fuck up my day)

One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it
(No) two thousand for my pants
'cause they pocket watchin' (Racks)
We don’t leave the land unless
I got a deposit (O oh)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause
The streets is plottin' (O oh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and
Jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more
They waitin' on my projects
(Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard
Look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these
Strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'
(Havin' me clutchin')

Bet you ain’t remember you said
I would be nothin' (Uh)
I told you I’d make millions and
You thought I was bluffin'
I’m at the Waldorf in Beverly
Hills poppin' some bubbly
I was lyin' off, ain’t popped a pill
Now I’m back up to somethin'
Cop a crib, I’ma stay in LA for the summer
The way she give me head make
Me wanna pay for her bundles
I’m gon' protect this bread
Niggas’ll try to make our shit crumble
Trust me, if I want you dead I got
Dogs who gon' do the honors (Uh)

One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it
(No) two thousand for my pants
'cause they pocket watchin' (yeah)
We don’t leave the land unless
I got a deposit (yeah)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause
The streets is plottin' (O oh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and
Jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more
They waitin' on my projects
(Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard
Look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these
Strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'