Pocket Watching

[Intro: Band
Gang Masoe]
We don't come around this bitch with less
You got less than two bands, get the fuck out
That's how we do that shit
We don't go nowhere without two bands
Nigga, I went to church with three bands on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?)
That's on God, excuse me, nigga
I went to church with three bands, by fuckin' accident, nigga (Swear to God)
You niggas can't fuckin' see us (I swear to God)
It's the fuckin' Band
Gang, how we gon' be Band
Gang with no bands?
(...With all sleeves on me, like why the fuck do I got all this chicken on me, though?)
That's like callin' a crackhead a crackhead when he don't smoke crack
Bitch, it's the Band
Gang, so...

[Verse 1: Band
Gang Javar]
Old bitch got a new nigga, I can still fuck her
Rat ass bitch, I wouldn't dare cuff her
Wiz took his statement back, but it's still fuck him
Once a rat, always a rat, you better not trust him
Willy Wonka, all my bitches eye candy
My bitch from the same place El Chapo family
I'ma be sick if Trump send her back to Mexico
We eatin' off Verizon, been sendin' her in every store
You blowin' reggie, y'all trippin'
We blowin' Runtz, it's a hundred dollar difference
I brought that chicken out like a picnic
But still got like eighty at the crib, so I ain't trippin'

[Chorus: Band
Gang Jizzle P]
My pockets, your pockets ain't the same, nigga
Big bossin' over here, stay in your lane, nigga
Weatherman with them bands, I let it rain, nigga
Gettin' embarrassed by that ho, should be ashamed, nigga
Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets?
Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets?
Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets?
Why you clockin' my pockets?

[Verse 2: Band
Gang Javar]
That's your bitch? If you say so
Quick to take a ho to Sushi Ko
And you losin' it on Twitter like, "I hate Rose"
How he fuckin' my bitch and he just came home?
Talk a lot of shit, but back it all up
This rental make it back, I'ma be up up
Got the streets talkin' like, "How much you think Rose up?"
You know how many times he hit the road? Probably an M somethin'
If you don't fuck with Pooh, you don't fuck with me
We'll go half on a shooter, twenty-five a piece
Boom'll light your ass up like a Christmas tree
Like animal activists, niggas don't wanna beef

[Chorus: Band
Gang Jizzle P]
My pockets, your pockets ain't the same, nigga
Big bossin' over here, stay in your lane, nigga
Weatherman with them bands, I let it rain, nigga
Gettin' embarrassed by that ho, should be ashamed, nigga
Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets?
Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets?
Broke nigga, why you clockin' my pockets?
Why you clockin' my pockets?

[Outro: Band
Gang Masoe]
It's Band
Gang and we got bands, bitch
End of discussion, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
My nigga Biggs, we called him Biggs, he ain't even fat, nigga
This why we called him Biggs
'Cause his fuckin' pockets, bitch
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
They call me Mas, nigga
You know why they call me Mase-fuckin'-rati?
'Cause I had enough to cash one of them bitches
I'll settle down long enough to cash one of them bitches, nigga
Paid Will, he paid, bitch, paid
Fuckin', his name Will, but we put Paid on front of that, bitch
Lonnie what? Bands, bitch, he got all them, nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Linny Skinny, Skinny Linny, bitch
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
We do this shit, bitch