Pocket Watchin' (feat. Killa Caine)

5'1" But my attitude 6'4"
Got some bitches that'll kick in your front door
You don't pop shit bitch, what you cappin for
I'll stomp your ass out for some bands hoe
I'm a real bad bitch, hoe Tre Fo
But I'm a Florida bred jit, you already know
No mask on so you know who did it hoe
He gone eat this pussy up like a 4 for 4
Waist skinny but the ass on dumb fat
If I take your man, girl he not coming back
On some Rick James shit, this pussy like crack
I'mma put the whole team on my fuckin back
I know you mad cause I ran off with the fuckin pack
Make a nigga chase me like a running back
Slap your face straight, what the fuck you looking at
You rocking fake designer, girl I don't like that

You know what's going on, bitch it's fuckin Fiya Riah
On the addy pill working, I don't get tired
If you say you punked me I know you fuckin lying
Like 50, get rich or I'mma die trying
No Rick Ross, but my name hold weight
I'll never be stressed about no mixtape
No matter what I wear, bet this ass still shake
I'm feeling myself, no masturbate

Ass, I got it
That cash, I got it
This bag, I bought it
Boy let me in your pockets
Class, I got it
Bands, I got it
That drip, I bought it
These bitches Pocket Watchin

Tight Wad you know what the fuck is going on
No Ari Fletcher lil nigga, I'm the fuckin don
Hand it here and let me empty out your credit card
I only fuck with niggas that be making withdraws
I'm a witch and your nigga got the magic wand
I don't know what type of shit these bitches be on
Twitter fingers but in person, she had no response
I ain't ever in my life been a peon
Ass fat, pussy good I got no flaws
Run down on Riah, bitch that's a big loss
You'll get pissed on 'fore I get pissed off
Get it poppin like Lil Mama lipgloss
I'mma step out dripping in all the sauce
Burberry on my arm, could you afford the cost
At your nigga house, ain't got on no draws
I'll let the choppas sing like Vandross

You know whats going on bitch it's fuckin Fiya Riah
On the addy pill working, I don't get tired
If you say you punked me I know you fucking lying
Like 50, get rich or I'mma die trying
Put the WAP on a nigga, got him stressing me
But he could never tell me where I got to be
Take me shopping and then I guess we'll see
Ass fat, pockets fatter that's on me

Ass, I got it
That cash, I got it
This bag, I bought it
Boy let me in your pockets
Class, I got it
Bands, I got it
That drip, just bought it
These bitches Pocket Watchin

Straps, I got it
Big ole Beretta and you know I shoot gold tips
What I tote make a boat flip
Killa Caine and Riah get you and your hoe killed
Need to work on your defense
You ain't got a gun, it don't make sense
Money like Trump, no Mike Pence
I been talking foul, straight flagrant
Discharge of a firearm
Know I did it in a public dwelling
Cuz been talking all that straight gangsta shit
Knowing deep down a nigga telling
Homie can't walk a mile in these Buscemi Locks
Know his feet hurt, need the gel in
Fiya Riah done called on a Loc
Said a nigga Pocket Watchin
She know I'm thugging hard with some felons
We bussin for shawty

Ass, I got it
Cash, I got it
This bag, I bought it
Boy let me in your pockets
Class, I got it
Bands, I got it
That drip, just bought it
These bitches Pocket Watchin

AYE!