Pocket Watching

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Masoe] We don't come around this bitch with less You got less than two bands, get the fuck out That's how we do that shit We don't go nowhere without two bands Nigga, I went to church with three bands on me Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?) That's on God, excuse me, nigga I went to church with three bands, by fuckin' accident, nigga (Swear to God) You niggas can't fuckin' see us (I swear to God) It's the fuckin' BandGang, how we gon' be BandGang with no bands? (...With all sleeves on me, like why the fuck do I got all this chicken on me, though?) That's like callin' a crackhead a crackhead when he don't smoke crack Bitch, it's the BandGang, so... [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Old bitch got a new nigga, I can still fuck her Rat ass bitch, I wouldn't dare cuff her Wiz took his statement back, but it's still fuck him Once a rat, always a rat, you better not trust him Willy Wonka, all my bitches eye candy My bitch from the same place El Chapo family I'ma be sick if Trump send her back to Mexico We eatin' off Verizon, been sendin' her in every store You blowin' reggie, y'all trippin' We blowin' Runtz, it's a hundred dollar difference I brought that chicken out like a picnic But still got like eighty at the crib, so I ain't trippin' [Chorus: BandGang Jizzle P] My pockets, your pockets ain't the same, nigga Big bossin' over here, stay in your lane, nigga Weatherman with them bands, I let it rain, nigga Gettin' embarrassed by that ho, should be ashamed, nigga Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets? Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets? Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets? Why you clockin' my pockets? [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] That's your bitch? If you say so Quick to take a ho to Sushi Ko And you losin' it on Twitter like, "I hate Rose" How he fuckin' my bitch and he just came home? Talk a lot of shit, but back it all up This rental make it back, I'ma be up up Got the streets talkin' like, "How much you think Rose up?" You know how many times he hit the road? Probably an M somethin' If you don't fuck with Pooh, you don't fuck with me We'll go half on a shooter, twenty-five a piece Boom'll light your ass up like a Christmas tree Like animal activists, niggas don't wanna beef [Chorus: BandGang Jizzle P] My pockets, your pockets ain't the same, nigga Big bossin' over here, stay in your lane, nigga Weatherman with them bands, I let it rain, nigga Gettin' embarrassed by that ho, should be ashamed, nigga Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets? Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets? Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets? Why you clockin' my pockets? [Outro: BandGang Masoe] It's BandGang and we got bands, bitch End of discussion, fuck you talkin' 'bout? My nigga Biggs, we called him Biggs, he ain't even fat, nigga This why we called him Biggs 'Cause his fuckin' pockets, bitch Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? They call me Mas, nigga You know why they call me Mase-fuckin'-rati? 'Cause I had enough to cash one of them bitches I'll settle down long enough to cash one of them bitches, nigga Paid Will, he paid, bitch, paid Fuckin', his name Will, but we put Paid on front of that, bitch Lonnie what? Bands, bitch, he got all them, nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Linny Skinny, Skinny Linny, bitch Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch? We do this shit, bitch