Touch my watch, why you wan' get dead? Yo, bun up, your man get chef Yo, bun up, the right and left I don't know, I don't know, I don't know When he ask in the interview room, I don't know How many girl in the room, I don't know Is that your girl in my crib, I don't know Two got the whack, no safety Lauren, Stacey, Mad Mix, Brazy Who dip up n****s daily Should I cuff Miss Banks? Give her babies, mm-mm Maybe nine boys, crazy By Big Ock, that's me in Emmerton But I heard they got police intelligence Told you no chef, cause he's irrelevant Free flow, that's me in Ellermont My young boys too free, no evidence But if I'm me, if he need anything, mm-mm Love beef with Genolyne, mm-mm And the charlotte's melanin Don't think I don't do food That ain't in the trap with a square and a presser Just bought a thousand grams in the clamp I whip magic like Penn and Teller It's Dutch, I was broke Back when I had a thing for Ella Bought three and a half of this whack Move back, everything's deader Jenna, Jenna, what's good, brudda? Just got a drop on both my opps I'm bout to get both of them down, it's wetter No pressure, no pressure I'm back with a sick vendetta Dutch, I was left back like Evra Plug better give me one extra, telly Mm-mm, are you mad? All they run from Fed? Touch my watch, what you want? Get dead? Yo, one up, you might get *** Yo, one up, the right and left I don't know, I don't know, I don't know When they ask in the interview room, I don't know How many gal in the room? I don't know Is that your gal in my coupe? I don't know Is he sending for me? I don't know When them boy there sell first week, I don't know When they ask for the fee, let them know That's 1.5 for the headline show Little nigga, that's millies, not thousands Storms either go up or they really been doubting Game offline, I've been chilling in mountains How about you, bro? I really sell albums Wait, look, I thought I heard shots, but the shoe don't fit Can't flex on me with a boot on drip Come on, nigga, that's stupid *** We all know that I'm stupid rich Can't stand these neets when they talk in the tune Cast water ground, bro, when I walk in the room That's Big Mac, the most paid, the most sold And I still get love from all of the goons, like Are you mad? All they run from Fed? Touch my watch, what you want? Get dead? Yo, one up, you might get *** Yo, one up, the right and left I don't know, I don't know, I don't know When they ask in the interview room, I don't know How many gal in the room? I don't know Is that your gal in my coupe? I don't know Yo, touch my watch, get dead up, shell up Come here, pick your friend up, pick your friend up Some man just to friend up That's how man get set up, wet up Punch man's face off, one up, shock Beef my boys, I run up, calm Stalk up my girl from Enfield Be calm, pum-pum, done up Free up my fifth-side drillers Yo, free up my Edmonton hitters I was S-Rogue popping on three floors Yo, Edmonton stepping in prison Bang him up in the visit In front of his missus, oh, so vicious All my G's on the road to riches Geel my G's, they're the realest Is your man got it from fed? Touch my watch while you won't get dead Yo, run up, you might get chef Yo, one up, the right and left I don't know, I don't know, I don't know When they ask in the interview room, I don't know How many gal in the room? I don't know Is that your gal in my coupe? I don't know Is your man got it from fed? Touch my watch while you won't get dead Run up, you might get chef Yo, one up, the right and left I don't know, I don't know, I don't know When they ask in the interview room, I don't know How many gal in the room? I don't know Is that your gal in my coupe? I don't know