Klockin

[Intro]
Yea, niggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
Niggas always - I’m boutabag ain’t gotta ask me
[Chorus]
Catch me klockin in Beverly Hills (I’m out here klocked out)
Niggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
Niggas always talkin’ out they neck and I ain’t got no chill
Switchin’ lanes in this big body this chicken is real (Ay, Ay)
Bitch I’m cleaner than yo damn dishes (Than yo damn dishes)
Eighty up this mountain damn near fuckin’ up my transmission (Skrt, Skrt, Skrt)
Bitch, you better play it smooth when you transition (When you transition)
Better watch yo mans cause niggas snakin’ and they get to switchin’ (And they get to switchin’)
[Verse 1]
Ay, Designer shoes size 45 (They are size 12)
Bitch these ain’t no loaf tops, these diors kinda high (They are kinda high)
Like Lil Uzi bitch on insta I ain’t sayin’ hi (I ain’t sayin’ hi)
Now I’m gettin’ bnb’s in Anaheim (In L.A)
I only want you for your chicken I ain’t got no time (Ain’t got no time)
You be hangin’ round them bum bitches you ain’t got no dime (You a bum)
Yo money funny call it Richard Pryor (Call it Richard Pryor)
Wavin’ down her ass I’m sayin’ bye bitch I ain’t saying hi
Ion even mean to fuck yo bitch off this neck tat (Off this neck tat)
But if she talkin’ out her neck then I caress that (I caress that)
We can drop blues on 2k, nigga bet that (Nigga bet that)
Been stripping’ niggas out they grams like where the rest at (Where the rest at)
And nigga all I smoke is gap it ain’t no lumberjack (I’m in here klocked)
I fuck now she talkin’ bout the bands I gotta double back (I gotta double back)
These niggas still off my place so I can’t fuck wit that (Nigga I can’t fuck wit that)
Rollin’ gas in yo momma crib shout out my thunder cat (Shout out my thunder cat)
Big ass red Gevinchy strip across my fuckin’ foot (Nigga Gevinchy)
He caught his bitch lookin’ at me so he knows she took
Alright fuck it ain’t no Peter Pan got yo bitch hooked (I’m fly as hell)
All this paper on me won’t fold Ion carry books
She ain’t even fuck me cause I’m rappin’, fuck me for my looks (For my looks)
Couldn’t fuck the bitch when I was broke, Ion need to look (Ion even look)
Bitch only got me for the night so I feel like Suge (So I feel like Suge)
I’m wit some level headed steppers, watch where you mug
Bitch I got this gas for my rollie, Ion shop at clubs (Ion shop at clubs)
Givenchy pants all white my waist, Ion shop for scrubs (Ion shop for scrubs
I be losin’ count bitch I’m off these drugs
Ay, I be losin’ count bitch I’m off these drugs
[Chorus]
Catch me klockin in Beverly Hills (I’m out here klocked out)
Niggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
Niggas always talkin’ out they neck and I ain’t got no chill
Switchin’ lanes in this big body this chicken is real (Ay, Ay)
Bitch I’m cleaner than yo damn dishes (Than yo damn dishes)
Eighty up this mountain damn near fuckin’ up my transmission (Skrt, Skrt, Skrt)
Bitch, you better play it smooth when you transition (When you transition)
Better watch yo mans cause niggas snakin’ and they get to switchin’ (And they get to switchin’)