I Kno They Watchin' (feat. OMT Stakks & OMT Kannon)

(Gone bust it open, Gone head and drop it)
(Gone bust it open, Gone head and drop it)
(Yea, Yea)
(Gone do it, Gone do it)

Gone bust it open, Gone head and drop it (Drop it)
Gone drop it low, Show em how you poppin (Poppin)
Got it on our own, From the mud no stopping (Stoppin)
Fuck the feds Fuck the opps, I know they watching (Watchin)

Caught em by the whip, They getting outta pocket
Got Kannon with me got Stakcs with me and whoever mobbin
Aint from Houston, But you kno we playing with them rockets
Thought she was the one, Then I had to showed her all my options
Gotta get this paper, People showed me I'm my only option
Watch out for them boys that's wearing 12, Just like they is Stockton
Watch out for ones that's close, Jealousy got them watching backdoor plottin
Gang want you I can't stop them, We gone track who down then off em
How you wifey but you thottin, Got issues I'm never the problem
She use her head just to solvem, You so smart I love your noggin
Claim no titles I don't want em, She think of Squeeze when he a problem
Her name ain't her name in my phone, Ion even kno who be callin

Gone bust it open, Gone head and drop it (Drop it)
Gone drop it low, Show em how you poppin (Poppin)
Got it on our own, From the mud no stopping (Stoppin)
Fuck the feds Fuck the opps, I know they watching (Watchin)

Bounce (Oh)
Bounce (Oh)
Buss it like 100 round (Blrrd)
Pull up servin out the pound (Yea)
You still servin out a ounce (Lame)
Niggas don't know how to count (Uh Uh)
For real for real, Niggas in the way (Yea)
I be eatin like it's turkey day (Yea, Yea)
I done ate like 5 Plates
I'm in the gym gettin pounds off (Hmm)
I'm slanging iron like I'm playin golf (Blrrd)
Bitch I be hotter then hot sauce
12 hit the lights and I'm takin off (Skrrt)
5 Ps in the back seat, Baby Stackkz in the backseat
Told my son Imma sack chaser, And I gotta have it like Max B
I'm in her jeans like Ginuwine, I fuck on her til she flatline
OMT be the gang nigga, And I'm always on time

Came up now it's lit (It's lit nigga)
Take your shit like the grinch (I got it nigga)
Bitch screamin with a pitch (Screamin nigga)
She be in love with the dick (Yeah)
Had to finesse me a bag (Finessed him)
I was just broke on my last (Yea)
Now I pull up too fast (Pull up way too fast)
And I got a digital dash (Yea)
I can see the city from my crib lil nigga (Can see this shit)
I'm livin way better
I cannot let to us beef (Can't nah)
I need some more cheddar (Need some)
I need some more bands (I need some)
And I need some more freaks (Yea)
I'm countin bills nonstop nigga
Everyday of the week (Yeah)

Gone bust it open, Gone head and drop it (Drop it)
Gone drop it low, Show em how you poppin (Poppin)
Got it on our own, From the mud no stopping (Stoppin)
Fuck the feds Fuck the opps, I know they watching (Watchin)



Credits
Writer(s): Cortez Bowers
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