Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watching, artist - K-Trap.
Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Watching |
Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this grass |
Four pipes on this 4×4 |
You can hear it roar when I’m cutting past |
Don’t ask what I do with the slab |
No hammer and chis' |
I chop this brick like Jackie Chan |
Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds |
Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes |
Wake and bake, that’s coke that’s cooking |
I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn’t |
Italian kicks and clothes, I’m stepping clean from a kitchen stove |
I can get you a brick of snow but after that’s sold, I’ll switch my phone |
I don’t want no traces |
I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases |
Just counted up this week’s profits |
You know when you made so much, you forgot your losses |
Trap be a man’s main topic |
Put it under the tap and lock it |
Bando pebbling brandy, this whisky ain’t from Scotland |
I was at home on JobSite |
Then I went and built me a hotline |
Now it’s DSQ and Off-White |
I’m on Brompton Road with a hot spice |
Get the fork, come batter this fish |
No we ain’t making cod pies |
Bro took a trip to the garden, then he came back with frostbite |
Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this grass |
Young days I was going on movies, not once did they cut me half |
But it’s funny how things can change |
Now the trap goes insane |
Four pipes on this 4×4, you can hear it roar when I’m cutting past |
Now the girls wanna know, I laugh |
Says she want a man with a mask |
She don’t even know the half |
But she don’t even need to know it |
She just want a jeet and blow it |
And she love how the K’s just frozen |
Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds |
Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes |
Wake and bake, that’s coke that’s cooking |
I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn’t |
Italian kicks and clothes, I’m stepping clean from a kitchen stove |
I can get you a brick of snow but after that’s sold, I’ll switch my phone |
I don’t want no traces |
I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases |
I don’t know if the pigs ain’t bugged me so I’ve gotta talk in slang |
I copped me a lil pump way before I turned Gucci Gang |
When I finish this half this square, I might Louis my trainers |
Louis my top, Louis my belt, Louis my bag |
Anytime the location’s up town, just know trap grew him a bag |
I’m in the T where the grub gets bruck down |
Don’t ask what I do with the slab |
Don’t even ask what I do with this mash |
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat |
Tell my bitch I don’t want Nobu or Hakkasan |
We can do Netflix and chill, I ain’t going nowhere 'til this packet lands |
No hammer and chis', I chop this brick like Jackie Chan |
I’ll stamp on it in my Louboutin’s, these shoes cost a bag of sand |
Everything I get, that’s cash in hand |
The only square I’ve seen is yola, I don’t do no banking scams |
Cash in hand |
The only square I’ve seen is yola, I don’t do no banking scams |
Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds |
Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes |
Wake and bake, that’s coke that’s cooking |
I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn’t |
Italian kicks and clothes, I’m stepping clean from a kitchen stove |
I can get you a brick of snow but after that’s sold, I’ll switch my phone |
I don’t want no traces |
I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases |