T. Dolla - Watch Out (feat. Pkeigh & Rjeezy) Lyrics

Attention all my bad bitches and my boss ass niggas

If yo wallet little
You cant dance in the middle

Titties so soft
It feel just like a pillow

Im number one bitch
You a zero

She get to dancing and dancing
He throwing money up
I get to twerking
You staring
You gone pay up or what

Im not gang banging but got hittas that can shoot em up
T Dolla, Pinky, Rjeezy
Now who gone f*ck with us

Get yo nigga cuz he choosing
You fumbled the bag
You loosing
Im fly and these bitches cruising
Yes he know Im bad and boujee

Throw that ass
Please don't touch it
Im winning
I know they love it
My flow hot
Fresh out the oven
Boy you better show me something

Smacking these bitches
You know I don't play
Hoes running out
But I keep a full tank
Why you talking bout me
Bitch I ran to the bank

Give it to you once
It'll never be the same

Young boss nigga
Going in my own lane

Got dussé and Henny
You see a bad bitch
Know she came in with me
Bad attitude but the face real pretty

I don't ever like to play games
You a lame
In the club with that petty ass change
No way

We be litter than strobe lights
You want it
Then act right
Got that act right
They be falling in love
You not my type

Ride it like a motorcycle
Not like a lime-bike

Cocky like Caresha
Got that snow
So Call me Tina
We get touchy in the beamer
I like him cuz he schemer
Uh

Show me what your talent is
Smoking on that cannabis
With my best-friend

The last one who tried me
Met the backside of my left hand

(Aye aye)

Watch out
Me and my niggas gone pop out
F*ck out my frame get you cropped out
Niggas ain't speaking my language
You know that shit dangerous because of them things might go pow pow

(Woah)
Flow be so mean though
I spit it so clean
Nigga wondering how now

(Woah)
This shit ain't what it all seem
F*ck it lil nigga he might just get knocked out
(Bam)
Boys in the hood like I'm Ricky
Shit don't be making no sense
Call me 50

Niggas iffy
Blow the stiffy
Smoking sticky
F*ck yo bitch and now she miss me

Niggas don't listen
We cook in yo kitchen
Big dripping
No slipping

If he bitching
Leave him limping
Just to show you a real nigga thats pimping

(Bitch)

She get to dancing and dancing
He throwing money up
I get to twerking
You staring
You gone pay up or what

Im not gang banging but got hittas that can shoot em up
T Dolla, Pinky, Rjeezy
Now who gone f*ck with us

Get yo nigga cuz he choosing
You fumbled the bag
You loosing
Im fly and these bitches cruising
Yes he know Im bad and boujee

Throw that ass
Please don't touch it
Im winning
I know they love it
My flow hot
Fresh out the oven
Boy you better show me something