Klockin lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, n*ggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
n*ggas always - I’m boutabag ain’t gotta ask me
[Chorus]
Catch me klockin in Beverly Hills (I’m out here klocked out)
n*ggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
n*ggas always talkin’ out they neck and I ain’t got no chill
Switchin’ lanes in this big body this chicken is real (Ay, Ay)
b*tch I’m cleaner than yo damn dishes (Than yo damn dishes)
Eighty up this mountain damn near f*ckin’ up my transmission (Skrt, Skrt, Skrt)
b*tch, you better play it smooth when you transition (When you transition)
Better watch yo mans cause n*ggas snakin’ and they get to switchin’ (And they get to switchin’)
[Verse 1]
Ay, Designer shoes size 45 (They are size 12)
b*tch these ain’t no loaf tops, these diors kinda high (They are kinda high)
Like Lil Uzi b*tch on insta I ain’t sayin’ hi (I ain’t sayin’ hi)
Now I’m gettin’ bnb’s in Anaheim (In L.A)
I only want you for your chicken I ain’t got no time (Ain’t got no time)
You be hangin’ round them bum b*tches you ain’t got no dime (You a bum)
Yo money funny call it Richard Pryor (Call it Richard Pryor)
Wavin’ down her ass I’m sayin’ bye b*tch I ain’t saying hi
Ion even mean to f*ck yo b*tch off this neck tat (Off this neck tat)
But if she talkin’ out her neck then I caress that (I caress that)
We can drop blues on 2k, n*gga bet that (n*gga bet that)
Been stripping’ n*ggas out they grams like where the rest at (Where the rest at)
And n*gga all I smoke is gap it ain’t no lumberjack (I’m in here klocked)
I f*ck now she talkin’ bout the bands I gotta double back (I gotta double back)
These n*ggas still off my place so I can’t f*ck wit that (n*gga I can’t f*ck wit that)
Rollin’ gas in yo momma crib shout out my thunder cat (Shout out my thunder cat)
Big ass red Gevinchy strip across my f*ckin’ foot (n*gga Gevinchy)
He caught his b*tch lookin’ at me so he knows she took
Alright f*ck it ain’t no Peter Pan got yo b*tch hooked (I’m fly as hell)
All this paper on me won’t fold Ion carry books
She ain’t even f*ck me cause I’m rappin’, f*ck me for my looks (For my looks)
Couldn’t f*ck the b*tch when I was broke, Ion need to look (Ion even look)
b*tch only got me for the night so I feel like Suge (So I feel like Suge)
I’m wit some level headed steppers, watch where you mug
b*tch I got this gas for my rollie, Ion shop at clubs (Ion shop at clubs)
Givenchy pants all white my waist, Ion shop for scrubs (Ion shop for scrubs
I be losin’ count b*tch I’m off these drugs
Ay, I be losin’ count b*tch I’m off these drugs
[Chorus]
Catch me klockin in Beverly Hills (I’m out here klocked out)
n*ggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
n*ggas always talkin’ out they neck and I ain’t got no chill
Switchin’ lanes in this big body this chicken is real (Ay, Ay)
b*tch I’m cleaner than yo damn dishes (Than yo damn dishes)
Eighty up this mountain damn near f*ckin’ up my transmission (Skrt, Skrt, Skrt)
b*tch, you better play it smooth when you transition (When you transition)
Better watch yo mans cause n*ggas snakin’ and they get to switchin’ (And they get to switchin’)