BadAzzbx - Whatchu Get lyrics

[Intro] Look, When you out here playing this street sh** man What you see ain't always whatchu get Main thing, don't panic, keep yo head up R.I.P. them n***as, R.I.P. big squad Lets get it, GANG! [Hook] Imma tell you this, what you see ain't always whatchu get So when you out here in these streets can't never trust no b**h Stay in that trap and work your wrist, you just might get rich You think that work was Jesse White the way I make it flip In the streets I learned some sh** that I can't forget Rule number 1 don't never snitch you know what they get Rule number 2 worry about you, don't owe nobody sh** And remember this, what you see ain't always whatchu get [Verse 1] Imma tell you this what you see ain't always whatchu get Cause I saw that light right before my eyes, but they ain't hit sh** Remember all them nights, totin' all them pipes to protect my life Imma ride for the squad, even when it ain't right, to protect my stripes Mad Max goin right from the block to the opps, now he right by mikes Hammers co*ked 30 shots coming out that Glock, when he drop take flight And you know for Lil Roc we ain't never gon stop, till we all on top Veto city, Roc block, f** all of the opps, we gon' put em all in a box Bout 200+ eyeballs on the block, and we all gotta watch Seem like you can't post up at all with the jocks, n***as calling the cops sh**'ll never be the same, if hit another stain, imma spend it all on a watch Lil sh** on your instagram don't mean nothing bruh, is you balling or not? Yeah enough of the flexin', n***as duck from the weapons, I'm calling the shots Teaching s**ers a lesson, give they b**hes a blessing through all of my guap And these nothing a** hoes got y'all n***as stressing, man it all gotta stop Ya b**h all on my jock, won't believe what she did when she saw all my knots [Hook] [Verse 2] If she know about you way before you meet her, then that b**h a eater First week she want you to meet all her peoples, don't trust them either Lowkey around you, hope her n***a don't see her, f** around and beat her Know I got that heater, I ain't worried bout nothing, I'm just puffing reefer You can catch me in the hood, n***as think it's all good But I don't trust them neither Couple G's on me, and if I wanted to sh**, I could drop it on my sneakers And I gotta get rich, cause this money ain't sh** Like I'm just working on features And I don't owe you sh**, you ain't ride for my clique n***a you ain't tote them heaters If you play the other team we'll have your momma crying, walking on my bleachers You can't walk in my sneakers, you ain't from where I'm from You don't rock with my peoples, and they don't rock you neither You ain't been where I been, you ain't did what I did When I pull up in the sh**, I'm a made n***a sick, they can't spit what I spit [Hook]