Shini - Watch lyrics

[Verse 1: Demotus] Watch how you talk to me I keep that thing co*ked With them shots to keep f** n***as off of me Feds they been watching me They see I'm up next, I'm a profit You see in the prophecy b**h you a mockery Your life is a mockery Probably living in poverty There ain't no stopping me That sh** is impossible There ain't no k**ing me possibly Don't give a f** I'm rolling sh** up in the back Got my pack counting racks And that kush got me stuck I'm living my life, don't f** with the price Just drown me in ice We came from the bottom So you know I gotta get right Yo b**h want the pipe I do not look twice I already got me a wife I'm off them tablets so it got me tripping I got 20 fifties in my pockets sitting With that pocket rocket If I gotta pop it then I aim them shots At all my opposition n***as talking sh**, get up off my dick Because I started popping with no pot to piss in n***as talking sh**, get up off my dick Because I started popping with no pot to piss in [Verse 2: Demotus] Watch how you talk to me Watch how you talk to me n***a Making money like monopoly Now yo b**h really wanna get on top of me n***a But I don't f** with all these groupie b**hes Tryna merk a fed and then just shoot the witness If it ain't bout that then Ima turn my back And Ima keep it moving cause it ain't my buisness I just elevate while I meditate So I can see these n***as who been hella fake I don't f** with snakes so I separate And watch all the money that I generate I'm just smoking up on all that potent stuff While all you ba**ers still s** on porks Young n***a ya I came up from the porch Selling d** in the south but I got it from the north Obi Wan Kenobi with the motherf**ing force Remember I was young when my brothers still in force Now I'm in this b**h chilling at the dam shores Pulling out the airport in a motherf**ing Porsche Aye, pull up in this b**h with my wrist on fleek Life is just a b**h tell a b**h don't speak Say you getting money but yo clique don't eat Tryna smuggle through the trash Tryna get yo piece Motherf**er n***a just admit it Told my dam momma we gon' make it in a minute Make her go get it Know that Ima get it Get up off my dick I don't really need a critic n***a [Verse 3: Big Bink] Give me a reason to really cease demons They scheming and fiending And planning to devour you from your [?] After this meeting yo b**h I be beating This bed no repeating I leave her in semen Listen my n***a you never been dreaming Listen my n***a can't f** with my teaming All of my n***as all mathematicians Parenthesizing what we bout to do is too exclusive Capitalize on p**y n***as equals this illusion Divided for the profit make additions to the movement Subtracting you p**y hoes tryna get some new sh** Inhale exhale ridiculous smell your kissing your tail But [?] And I'm not talking bout pasta Blazing more trees than a Rasta Bad b**hes all on my roster Take em all back to mi casa I rule my kingdom like Mufasa Call up my partner Catch yo a** without them [?] Tell on my n***a just holler All about that guala yala