Watching - K-Trap

Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this grass

Four pipes on this 4×4

You can hear it roar when I’m cutting past

Don’t ask what I do with the slab

No hammer and chis'

I chop this brick like Jackie Chan

Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds

Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes

Wake and bake, that’s coke that’s cooking

I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn’t

Italian kicks and clothes, I’m stepping clean from a kitchen stove

I can get you a brick of snow but after that’s sold, I’ll switch my phone

I don’t want no traces

I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases

Just counted up this week’s profits

You know when you made so much, you forgot your losses

Trap be a man’s main topic

Put it under the tap and lock it

Bando pebbling brandy, this whisky ain’t from Scotland

I was at home on JobSite

Then I went and built me a hotline

Now it’s DSQ and Off-White

I’m on Brompton Road with a hot spice

Get the fork, come batter this fish

No we ain’t making cod pies

Bro took a trip to the garden, then he came back with frostbite

Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this grass

Young days I was going on movies, not once did they cut me half

But it’s funny how things can change

Now the trap goes insane

Four pipes on this 4×4, you can hear it roar when I’m cutting past

Now the girls wanna know, I laugh

Says she want a man with a mask

She don’t even know the half

But she don’t even need to know it

She just want a jeet and blow it

And she love how the K’s just frozen

Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds

Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes

Wake and bake, that’s coke that’s cooking

I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn’t

Italian kicks and clothes, I’m stepping clean from a kitchen stove

I can get you a brick of snow but after that’s sold, I’ll switch my phone

I don’t want no traces

I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases

I don’t know if the pigs ain’t bugged me so I’ve gotta talk in slang

I copped me a lil pump way before I turned Gucci Gang

When I finish this half this square, I might Louis my trainers

Louis my top, Louis my belt, Louis my bag

Anytime the location’s up town, just know trap grew him a bag

I’m in the T where the grub gets bruck down

Don’t ask what I do with the slab

Don’t even ask what I do with this mash

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat

Tell my bitch I don’t want Nobu or Hakkasan

We can do Netflix and chill, I ain’t going nowhere 'til this packet lands

No hammer and chis', I chop this brick like Jackie Chan

I’ll stamp on it in my Louboutin’s, these shoes cost a bag of sand

Everything I get, that’s cash in hand

The only square I’ve seen is yola, I don’t do no banking scams

Cash in hand

The only square I’ve seen is yola, I don’t do no banking scams

Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds

Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes

Wake and bake, that’s coke that’s cooking

I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn’t

Italian kicks and clothes, I’m stepping clean from a kitchen stove

I can get you a brick of snow but after that’s sold, I’ll switch my phone

I don’t want no traces

I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases