Video Pocket Watchin de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Pocket Watchin Lyrics

[Intro]
(-Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]
One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it (No)
Two thousand for my pants 'cause they pocket watchin' (Yeah)
We don’t leave the land unless I got a deposit (Yeah)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause the streets is plottin' (Ooh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more, they waitin' on my projects (Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard, look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'

[Verse 1]
Start the continental, this a Mulsanne
Black on black, new 'Ventador, like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)
This shit ain't a movie, but I'm true to the game (I'm true to the game)
Disrespect my crew and we gon' shoot like Dwayne (Slatt)
See me comin' through, lil' nigga, move out the way (Move out the way)
Don’t try to rob me in a 'Rari, we done blew up your face (Blew up your face)
I'm at the [?] in the 'Rari, 'bout to chill in Palace (Chill in Palace)
I’m thinkin' positive, I can't let the negative fuck up my day (Fuck up my day)

[Chorus]
One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it (No)
Two thousand for my pants 'cause they pocket watchin' (Racks)
We don’t leave the land unless I got a deposit (Ooh)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause the streets is plottin' (Ooh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more, they waitin' on my projects (Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard, look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin' (Havin' me clutchin')
[Verse 2]
Bet you ain’t remember you said I would be nothin' (Uh)
I told you I’d make millions and you thought I was bluffin'
I’m at the Waldorf in Beverly Hills poppin' some bubbly
I was lyin' off, ain’t popped a pill, now I’m back up to somethin'
Cop a crib, I’ma stay in LA for the summer
The way she give me head make me wanna pay for her bundles
I’m gon' protect this bread, niggas’ll try to make our shit crumble
Trust me, if I want you dead I got dogs who gon' do the honors (Uh)

[Chorus]
One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it (No)
Two thousand for my pants 'cause they pocket watchin' (Yeah)
We don’t leave the land unless I got a deposit (Yeah)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause the streets is plottin' (Ooh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more, they waitin' on my projects (Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard, look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'