Escucha música Watch Out de Bbnos 2025 en línea | Musica Pop

Bbnos - Watch Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh bbno$
MayUbeats

[Verse 1: bbno$]
I’m up in the game, I’m tryna go worldwide
Lyrically expose your ass, think you are tryna hide
Wanna hit the top, man, you best be on my side
Spit bars [?]
Girl like my mixtape, yeah it’s a sign
Gotta [?], I’m doing just fine
I’ma make another rhyme, if that bitch do not lyin’
I’m so broke that I think I have to lyrically commit another crime
Hit ‘em with the crime
Hit ‘em with my line
Hit ‘em with a rhyme
Hit ‘em with a fine
Hustle [?] just no time
This broke boy is on another level
He spits like the devil, [?]
[?] trouble [?]
Running to the bank [?]
Don’t be late, get ready, I’ma break your plate
Don’t bitch with me and say that shit was a silly mistake
Don’t snitch on me, [?] and catch you like a snake
[Chorus: bbno$]
[?] everybody trying to spit like me
They want to be like me, they want to see my shit
Yeah nobody, it’s all because I have no money
And I’m sorry, it’s not that funny
My shit be topping so quickly, going global in a hurry
So you better watch out for this baby, for this baby
Switch your clocks back, yeah it’s time for this baby
So you better watch out for this baby, for this baby
And I’m so dope, and my rap game ain’t no fucking joke

[Verse 2: bbno$]
I ain’t no joke, I’m a broke ass bro
I’ma run away everytime I see the coke
I’ma dip the second you ask me to [?]
This broke boy rarely even smokes
Run up in your ass with a Nerf gun [?]
Now who’s the joke?
Everything you do is so damn [?]
Now I’m flexing like a goat, flexing in a four dollar coat
Nine dollar chain, ten dollar ring
Not sure which girl I should call my [?]
Fake shit, cheap, shit, real shit
Man who cares, all the shit is all the fucking same
She asked me to come, so hell yeah I came
My dream [?]
[?], cause of my fame
I’m a lyrical monster that you will not tame
[?]
I got so many girls, my room just stank
I’m a lyrical elite, yo fuckboy, man, what’s your rhyme
If there is hate, I’ma [?] a
And take all the hate
Bars be sweet, it’s a lyrical cake
Your bars be rotten, now where’s your mistake?
[Chorus: bbno$]
[?] everybody trying to spit like me
They want to be like me, they want to see my shit
Yeah nobody, it’s all because I have no money
And I’m sorry, it’s not that funny
My shit be topping so quickly, going global in a hurry
So you better watch out for this baby, for this baby
Switch your clocks back, yeah it’s time for this baby
So you better watch out for this baby, for this baby
And I’m so dope, and my rap game ain’t no fucking joke

[Verse 3: YUNG BAMBI]
Pull up my homie is [?]
Got this bitch off the coke and you know she feelin’
She ‘bouta twerk on my lap now
And we ‘bouta fuck the shit [?]
Ballin’ and ballin’ [?]
Hop on my [?]
[?]
We about to blow and I’m about to glow
I need no luck, my n****, what’s up?
Yeah, my n****, what’s up?
Yeah my n****, what’s up?
Ballin in a [?] with my n****s and my day ones
We about to hit that [?] thottie asians(?)
What the fuck you want you can kick it with my squad
We be the only ones just cooling on my block
Ballin in a [?] with my n****s and my day ones
We about to hit that [?] thottie asians(?)
What the fuck you want you can kick it with my squad, yeah
We be the only ones just cooling on my block
[Outro]
4/20