K-Trap - Watching lyrics

Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this gra** Four pipes on this 4X4, 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. (K Trap – Watching) 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 weeks 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 thing, come batter this fish No we ain’t making cod bites Bro took a trip to the garden, then he came back with frostbite Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this gra** 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 4X4, 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 bruk 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 b***h I don’t want no Bo 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 casesss.