Watcha Gon' Do? (feat. Biggie & Rick Ross)

(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gon' do?) I'm proud of myself, you know what I'm saying?

(What you gon' do when they come for you?)

Ain't nothing wrong with that, I'm fucking proud of myself

(You'll see) that's why I sound the way I sound

The way I sound and the way I walk (you'll see)

I tell 'em watch close, nigga, jot notes

If you use my approach, you could dock boats

Yeah, you could get exposed to all that

Girl, you know I'm hard to get a hold or contact

Probably overseas with business owners and all that

Flights to Minnesota with dinner over a contract

See, lame niggas gon' do lame shit

How you flexing when your crew ain't shit

Nigga, you ain't shit (shit)

Probably trick on something you ain't hit

Try to do me but the shoe ain't fit and your jewels ain't lit

So tell them niggas I said break bread off

You know, spray lead off, take heads off (yeah, come on, let's go, that's right)

Break law, pay feds off, you ain't never meet Poppy

Got the K and sped off with your fake set-up

I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you (that's right)

I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too (yeah)

I slide through back of the Maybach

But I do something, 5'2" with a fly do, how you?

I don't know you yet, but I'm trying to (take that)

I leave your mind blown if you don't mind trying to climb through

New portals on time, yeah, I think it's time to

Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up

Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up (cribs up)

Get my dick sucked by mermaids, black shades Hermès

The whole last winter I went through a fur phase (fur phase, don't stop)

Yeah, got some of 32, effortless

Bad Boy shit

And we won't stop 'cause we can't stop

B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah

(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gon' do?) Puff Daddy, New York, yeah

(What you gon' do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, Bad Boy, yeah

Unstoppable (you'll see)

(You'll see) unstoppable (Maybach Music)

Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash

40 carat gold Cartier on a class

Mink coats with shooters, tinted the Land Cruisers

My maneuvers walking these little rumors

Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers

Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers

Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover

Propositions and proposals, bring 'em on the double

Raising the K's in the days and

Jaylen, that brain is amazing

Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant

Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet

For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time

Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine

East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios

Air forces, mansions, and I'm on the ocean

Benefits, free my niggas, I'm talking fish and grits

Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements

Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried

With my march, got out of prison February

Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chains

Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes

Click, click, the script flip when the spliff lit (uh)

Click, click, double M cruise ship with a thick bitch (uh)

Niggas talking it but ain't living it

Crystal pops, I'm sipping it, mob hats and lizard shit

'Gator trunks, bitch, rolling blunts with the williest of the willy

Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millis

Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)

Model bitches wondering if I'ma fuck with her

She know I treat my bitches like Ivana, Dolce and Gabana dripping

Big Poppa never slipping, H-class diamonds shining

Dinner with the wifey wining, dining, smoking cigars in Bogotá

With Colombian niggas named Panama and Enrique and shit (whoo)

Games we play, life ending, bitches bending over with ease

For a pair of Moschino jeans, and Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stocked

Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of them

Advancing from duplex to mansion, stashing keys, hiding G's overseas

VCR's in my V's, game elevates, money I make, into stocks and real estates, bitch

Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands, discussing plans with my mans

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system that leaves my rear views trembling

What you gon' do when Poppa catch an attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude

Kiss my rings, it's a Frank White thing, I stay potent

Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

You'll see, haha

You'll see