Lyrics

2 Chainz – Watch Out Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Yo, okay
All my ni**as with me
All my ni**as with it
All my ni**as balling
All my ni**as athletic
All my ni**as A1
All got street cred
All my ni**as balling
All my ni**as athletic
Pulled up in the phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Ni**a tryna run them bands up
F**k a bi**h with my hands up
Lil Que f**ked the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bi**h there a bread truck
Got the bi**h going retarded
Call uber for a spare truck
All these ni**as never scared us
All these ni**as never ran up
Bi**h tryna put the head on me
Ni**as tryna put the feds on me
Ni**as tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Ni**as sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for saying something
Spraying s**t like aerosol
You a foul and that’s a fair ball
Ni**a can’t reach the goal
Keep shooting that there air ball

(Chorus)
Watch out lil bi**h
Watch out lil bi**h
Watch out lil bi**h
Watch out lil bi**h
You getting mad
I’m getting rich
You getting mad

And I’m getting rich
Watch out lil bi**h
Watch out lil bi**h
Watch out lil bi**h
Hey, watch out lil bi**h
You getting mad
I’m getting rich
You getting mad
Bi**h, I’m getting rich

(Verse 2)
Watch out lil ho
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I’m crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, s**t I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I’m coming straight up the block
You know I’m coming straight out the top
Shawty said she want 5 million
Cause I told her to leave and call her a thot
S**t, you can like it or not, damn
I’m coming straight out the pot, yam
Still got some eq in my stock, man
Ni**a I ain’t gotta lie
Ni**a I ain’t gotta try
You waving that thing in the sky
We waving that thing at your body
We waving that thing at your eye
Look at the watch on my wrist
Yeah I don’t mind watching my wrist
Told that lil bi**h I’ll pass
Ni**a watch the assist, swish
I run the track like the marathon
You ni**as softer than silicone
You know what it’s like when the feeling gone
I know what it’s like when the ceiling gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terror Dome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bi**h

(Repeat Chorus)

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