lb - Pocket Watching Lyrics

I see the scammers and robbers they really watching my pockets
Been licked a few f*cking times but I went out and topped it
We copped that qp back it up and add 600$ my profits
Ain't gonna let em catch me off the rip drop bags then I lock it
(I told em)

I see the scammers and robbers they really watching my pockets
Been licked a few f*cking times but I went out and topped it
We copped that qp back it up and add 600$ my profits
Ain't gonna let em catch me off the rip drop bags then I lock it

They bitches acting naughty, tryna slide up for a picture
I'm sliding and i'm sliming, With my main bitch i'm right with her
Hit me for a qp, tried to finesse and get it quicker
But my mains popped out, and smoked em up just like a swisher
I told em shit get crazy, Imma phone up all my hitters
Don't be talking or you gon get, Caught up all up in a blizzard

(What did I say? That's 128)
Slime Green on my feet every time I f*cking walk down
I took another shot my bitches panties on the floor now
I roll another pass it till that bitch is hitting no rounds
Walk through Comethazine that shit I'm really bouta show out
I blow out, I put that pedal all up on the floor now
Said you strapped up in this bitch but you ain't never bring the pole out
The feds knocking bouta crack down the door
Your face went pale like window pane shattered all on the floor
I shot straight up I'm out the back I got my guap in the tote
I hopped the fence then I'm gone tagged it f*ck the 5-0

I see the scammers and robbers they really watching my pockets
Been licked a few f*cking times but I went out and topped it
We copped that qp back it up and add 600$ my profits
Ain't gonna let em catch me off the rip drop bags then I lock it

The way I see my money different than you
The way I see it gotta stay on the move
Dimes and quarters dishing right to the goons
Pack shipping low but I smoke out the room
Pack shipping low but the party gets loud
Pop a e pill then stay smoke out a ounce
I get crazy when my bad bitch around
Always there to keep me close to the ground
They gon get aggressive acting like they really want the smoke
Smoke so much walking in the hotbox and you finna choke
Fake people flexing they just guessing don't really want no toke
Ain't never rolled no dutches no j's never hit no bowl
Every time I hop on the beat I write a biography
I'm ripping everything in between write my atrocities
Soon imma be up so high compare me to astrology
Smoking on that loud pack yeah this is just that rapper weed
Slide right down the block and hit the bags man its a blessing
When i drop my product nobody is gon be stressing
Ring ring ring ring send your ass straight to message
Right now I'm on my grind cant be worried bout my ex's