[Intro]
Shit gotta sound like, full, you know
It's the dog
My watch like a...
My watch like a, my watch like a, my watch like a
[Verse]
My watch like a thirty piece, chain like sixty ball
Mr Pop It, Don't Stop It, bitch you better not piss me off
I pull up, big body Benz, bitches know I'm coming trim
Slam dunk, break the rim, sharp shoot, out the gym
Bad bitch, Chanel bag, Louis skate, Pharrell swag
Pap don't gotta check the tag, I throw that shit on my back
I ain't even get in my bag, foreigns pull up, back to back
Call me Pap, I'm not ya dad, Louis skates, watch where you at
She said my car very fast, she know Papi got that cash
Bitches know I got the swag, drenching them in Prada rags
Papi pop a lot of that, thick bitch got a lot of ass
This bitch want all kind of bags, Papi fly like private class
Diamonds shine like camеra flash, "Papi, how you handle that?"
Scrambling with sandwich bags, packaging and saran the wrap
On the stovе, I'm standing back, beat it 'till the handle crack
Feeding them, the hand to gram, I'm speeding, where you wanna say?
She greedy, she cum back to back, diamonds needing bags, they very fat
Better beat it with your scary ass, Papi gonn' count every bag
Real deal stove lord, real spill, [?]
Never ran to no war, can't send me to no store
I done had some close calls, probably served your folks raw
Aunty stuck on Fentanyl, that's why she keep nodding off
Five thousand dollar outfit in a dope hole, I don't see none wrong
Twenty four hours, nigga this shit don't close, Papi serve all night long
Whatever you need nigga, I'll be there in a Need For Speed, just call my phone
We can go band for band, P for P, or we can go zone for zone
They say "Take it easy", I'm out your league, better take yo' bumass home
Want a thirty one, five minutes, I'm done, trust me, it don't take that long
Nigga I'm a stove magician, Papi gonn' fuck over niggas
Thought he had a clean brick, it's eighty percent soda in it
We robbed him and he know we did it, he play, we Soulja Slim'd a nigga
Lil cuz got the reaper with him, dope hole, I got tweakers with me
Papi don't like the preacher niggas, I don't be believing niggas
Lil cuz'll bang out broad day, he got a demon in him
Covered up in baccarat, I'm hovering the parking lot
Double M, I'm coming trim, I take up double parking spots
Big ass Cuban hanging off me, left wrist dance like Michael Jack
I let the bitch wear my chain, she'll fuck around have a ice attack
They like "Papi, where ya license at?", I'm like "I don't really know 'bout that"
Old bro, that should hold my back
