Watcha Gon’ Do? Lyrics by Diddy ft. The Notorious B.I.G. & Rick Ross, from the album “Off The Grid Vol. 1“, music has been produced by Diddy, and Watcha Gon’ Do? song lyrics are penned down by The Notorious B.I.G., Rick Ross & Diddy.

Watcha Gon’ Do? Lyrics

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gon’ do?
What you gon’ do when they come for you?
I’m proud of myself, you know what I’m saying?
Ain’t nothing wrong with that, I’m fucking proud of myself
You’ll see
That’s why I sound the way I sound
You’ll see
And the way I walk, the way I walk, the way I talk

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)
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? (How you?)
I don’t know you yet but I’m trying to (Take that)
I leave your mind blewn if you don’t mind trying to climb through (Mmm-hmm)
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, nlack shades hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase (Fur phase, don’t stop)

Yeah, got some of thirty-two
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, yeah
You’ll see
You’ll see

Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash (Dash)
Forty carat gold Cartier on a class (Class)
Mink coats with shooters, tinted the Land Cruisers (Tinted the Land Cruisers)
My maneuvers walking these little rumors (Little rumors)
Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers (The Rugers)
Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers (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 (Air forces)
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 (Daddy buried)
With my march, got out of prison February
Cold game (Cold game), ménage à trois and my gold chains (Gold chains)
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes (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 (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 (Shining)
Dinner with the wifey wining, dining, smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggas named Panama and Enrique and shit (Woo)
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 (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
You’ll see


Song: Watcha Gon’ Do?
Singer: Diddy ft. The Notorious B.I.G. & Rick Ross
Album: Off The Grid Vol. 1 (2022)
Music: Diddy
Lyrics: The Notorious B.I.G., Rick Ross & Diddy

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