Watch Out lyrics

[Intro]
pus*yham Productions
Why we up all night, bruh
It’s WillThaRapper n*gga
Skwa, skwa, look

[Verse 1]
I told this b*tch to watch out
Cause she in the way
Her boy want a feature, but he gotta pay
He talkin’ all crazy
I’m like what he got to say
My heater be turnt, look
I put some heat in this phase, look
I’m just like watch out lil’ b*tch
Watch out lil’ b*tch
He wanna talk tough
I’m like pop out lil’ b*tch
But when he pull up
I just pull my Glock out lil’ b*tch
Now he wanna run
I just let some shots out lil’ b*tch
Look, I pop his ass like some bubblegum
Got a hundred drum I get a drummer some
My flow hard they say I get a summer sun
And your b*tch on my di*k tryna be number one
How you hatin’ and your b*tch is my biggest fan
Forty heat, I might give him the biggest tan
And your b*tch run me good like a ceiling fan
Don’t cut verse with no middle or little man
If I talk I’m talkin’ to bosses
Who just like me can’t afford any losses
n*ggas be pumpin’ my aim be too perfect
And everything hit ‘em is so flawless
My new foreign b*tch she so
My new sh*t they crank more than ya’ll sh*t
That thiry clip yam is a yard stick
Pull out the K and then match you a target, whoa
They got me f*cked up
Where was you when I was f*cked up
Now be popped up cause I locked up
And the same time, I’m not up up
I’m still f*cked up, still be in the streets
Plus those rotten n*ggas in the streets
They ain’t building beef, they ain’t feeling grief
But the Feds still be thinking they’re in the sheets
That’s crazy
Swear to God these rap n*ggas be faking sh*t
And them same n*ggas be hatin’ sh*t, look
Swear to God I on’ the sanest sh*t
And everything I say, just know I mean this sh*t
Look, it’s Lil’ Robbie n*gga
I swear I’m ready to rob a n*gga, look
Never wanted to be a trap n*gga, oh
Tryna make a hundred mil’ n*gga
I only make music for a real n*gga say wow