Watch Out Now

Ayo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to to

I love dough

Order three buckets of mo mo

We getting more dough off the books

You getting jelly?

Pulling more hoes off the looks

You getting jelly?

You want hate me 'cause your wifey, wants a autograph?

From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that

When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarter back

Beatnuts is all that, your shit all the wack

Open can dela if you fooling with ma cheddar

Hard rock ever since, junior high, swella

Fly fella, taking my beats, to make your crowd get up

I'm fed up, ****'s want to bring it

Whatever

I'ma storm you parade, blow your legs off

With a grenade now you flapping like a mermaid

Yapping off, bitch, you cough at the lips

While I'm at the bar, bagging the bartender tips

Then I bag this chick with a high in the eye

She did the butterfly, rubbing her ass, against my button fly

I could already imagine my shit stuck inside

Every time I strike haters be like, that fucking guy

How's that yo, it's hard for you to swallow

It don't take much for us to let the metal holler

Lead busting out of a old black Impala

Thug **** only fuck with it, muchacha, malla

Big Ju dime lo conllo, how we do, how we do?

How the girls don't only love me, they love you

Whatcha you gonna do?

****, whatcha gonna do?

Here's to my pollyin' ****'s who campaign

To the killers who be loving the chica's and champagne

Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains

Players who be pimping the hoes with no brains

Front watch a **** get shot from close range

The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change

Beatnuts, forever die hard, you want pain?

'Cause you walking outta here breathing is insane

Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash

You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass

I ain't even know they made a Rollie for your cheap ass

Making me laugh, you was in jail wearing knee pads

Now the beef has, gotten over your head

It's over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs

Till both of us said, platinum getting took this year

'Cause for real, there ain't nothing but crooks in here, ****

How's that yo, it's hard for you to swallow

It don't take much for us to let the metal holler

Lead busting out of a old black Impala

Thug **** only fuck with it, muchacha, malla

Big Ju dime lo conllo, how we do, how we do?

How the girls don't only love me, they love you

Whatcha you gonna do?

What, whatcha gonna do?

Whatcha you gonna do?

Beatnuts come through, baby