Watchword by Xrspits Lyrics

This a note to all you no name niggas
Hope you don't play wit him
It's a cold case
Niggas bring they Flonase wit em
Lame broke bank bitches need a copay
Penicillin flows for ya nose like a cold came wit him
When I go snake bit em
And I know they feel the venom comin
Niggas steady runnin like a felon with the kennel on him
God inside ya bitches belly now the celly buzzin
Want the proof?
Ask her for my jelly she got plenty of it
You make the type of music they pretend to love
And then perception of it makes you question if you're next or somethin
So I been checkin on you pussies like a vet
Numbing up my testicles
So I can stuff em in ya neck
Take these hollows from the tech
And I'mma store em in ya chest
These niggas callin me the best
But I ain't nothin like the rest of em
Proffessin niggas cuz they tests is scorin less
Just make sure you pack the vest
Before the next time that you mess wit him