Pocket Watchin’ lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
I got a question. What's up with all these f*ck n*ggas di*k ridin', pocket watchin', yes man ass n*gga. Get you some paper, mind your motherf*ckin' business. pus*y ass n*gga, ho type ass n*gga, hah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Run up on the kid, worst thing you coulda did
I'm like David Copperfield, I do magic with the cig
A pig in wolf clothing still ain't nothin' but a pig
187 on him, throw him off the bridge
I feel like Milly Mill cause I'm so close to the edge
I feel like these crackers tryna push me off the ledge
Sip so much lean that I'm woozy in the head
Got me snorin' so loud Keisha push me out the bed
Gucci Mane party, Ace of Spades, pour out a keg
Gold Audemar look like I just cracked an egg
And I can't keep in touch with the n*ggas I grew up with
Cause I know them n*ggas prolly keepin' in touch with the feds

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Pocket watchin' n*gga, you'se a pocket watchin' n*gga
Pocket watchin' b*tches, you'se a pocket watchin' b*tch
Pocket, pocket watchin', why you watchin' a n*gga pocket?
Pocket watchin' n*ggas tryna count a n*gga profit
Pocket watchin' n*gga, you'se a pocket watchin' n*gga
Pocket watchin' b*tches, you'se a pocket watchin' b*tch
I know that these b*tches man these b*tches pocket watchin'
Tryna count my bread, tryna count a n*gga profit
[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
b*tch eat that di*k up get sloppy toppy
Got two dirty diamondbacks in my back pocket
(Molly rocks, I got em in the fifth pocket)
Two gold chains on me, I'm King Jaffe
We straight droppin’ the dope, we let you rerock
I see pus*y pocket watchers through the Diors
I kept a snub nose on me
Ever since I jumped off the porch
Stackin' the profit and juugin' with the .448
The Rollie Day Date , whip up brick, turn it to a Patek Philippe
The b*tch, gotta wet up the sheets, the piece, the weed
f*ck up every kitchen with Alicia Keys
Hand picked the VVS’s with the cocoa leaves
Pocket watchin' turn em into Sammy SosaWee
Pocket watchin' make these hoes wanna panhandle
Flip her with the loccs blue bandana
Still pourin' up your profit in the Fanta n*gga
I see ‘em pocket watchin’ (?) n*gga
Got the heckler singin' a capella n*gga
For the profit I put ‘em back together
(WhileThe Wop) was just locked up in federal
I took the bail made popcorn kettle
Took to the band and bought the whole top shelf, cookies
Stuff crust it n*gga I ain't no (?)
Still geeked up that why I can't go round Gucci
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Pocket watchin' n*gga, you'se a pocket watchin' n*gga
Pocket watchin' b*tches, you'se a pocket watchin' b*tch
Pocket, pocket watchin', why you watchin' a n*gga pocket?
Pocket watchin' n*ggas tryna count a n*gga profit
Pocket watchin' n*gga, you'se a pocket watchin' n*gga
Pocket watchin' b*tches, you'se a pocket watchin' b*tch
I know that these b*tches man these b*tches pocket watchin'
Tryna count my bread, tryna count a n*gga profit