K-Trap - Watching

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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