Work
V-VL did that, C Jay go crazy, crazy
I got this sticky icky, we gon' smoke in the back
Licky licky bitches on me no cap
Blicky got this fool laid on his back
Smoke it up, might have a asthma attack
Pockets full I got bands in this shit
I made it full but started off a strip
Why you actin' like a bitch?
They wanna talk when I'm hittin' a lick, aye
Gotta put in the work, (work) 40 racks and go bezerk
I was real since birth, stick with my bro for whatever it's worth
And they mad cause I was first, (I was first)
Killin' this shit like The Purge
And you came for the town bitch I came for the earth
Gotta put in the work, (yeah, yeah)
It ain't what it appear, (nah) ain't a typical affair
She wanna get in the bed, (uh)
Do it all for the bread,
Ain't looking back cause I'm facing ahead, (ahead)
Didn't talk to the feds,
Smith and Wesson like I came from the west
Suit yourself if you ain't wearing no vest
Drip so much when it rains I don't feel no difference
Only care 'bout the chips ain't a bitch I'm missing
And If she wanna talk 'bout it, baby I ain't finna listen
Deutsches auto, bitches like to fuck with me cause I'm macho
Need that guapo, pronto, paint 'em down like I'm Pablo Picasso
Nobody knows cause bitch I'ma ghost
Because of the dope, gotta be on the low
All for the notes, they wanna be me cause I'm doing the most
(Doing the most)
Gotta sight on the bitch, back up the whip
Hand me the stick, click, I'ma empty the clip
Like it's a flick, if they wanna keep talking shit then I gotta
Gotta put in the work, (work) 40 racks and go bezerk
I was real since birth, stick with my bro for whatever it's worth
And they mad cause I was first, (I was first)
Killin' this shit like The Purge
And you came for the town bitch I came for the earth
Gotta put in the work, (yeah, yeah)
They call me doctor, they way that hand out these meds
But I ain't handing you shit if we ain't talking checks
I'm gonna buy me a lamb, even if I have to run in with a mask
I'm dressed in all black, ready to go get the bag
That was while your bitch be strippin' for cash, uh, uh
When they saw my Glock went holy fuck
I ain't even accept no job for the so called opps
Find a private spot don't involve no cops
And the bags go crazy, products amazing
Blue racks like navy, choppas we aiming
Gotta go fast, I ain't driving Miss Daisy
This shit's crazy, gotta be on guard so no fools gon' tape me
For the money, I got a big appetite
For the money, I got me a Samsonite
Came to magnify, like a dynamite, (like a dynamite)
Put in the work, just another day on the strip
She finna twerk, just another day in the Strip Club
We drink henny out them big cups, (sip)
Hand on the Pump, he's outrunned
I'ma shine like the sun, got treated like scum
They gon' fuck around be left done
If I shoot then I shoot for the kill
And I'm real, I'm never breaking a deal, (nah)
You can't copy these skills
If I'm having a problem, I'm using the steel
Gotta put in the work, (work) 40 racks and go bezerk
I was real since birth, stick with my bro for whatever it's worth
And they mad cause I was first, (I was first)
Killin' this shit like The Purge
And you came for the town bitch I came for the earth
Gotta put in the work, (yeah, yeah)
I got this sticky icky, we gon' smoke in the back
Licky licky bitches on me no cap
Blicky got this fool laid on his back
Smoke it up, might have a asthma attack
Pockets full I got bands in this shit
I made it full but started off a strip
Why you actin' like a bitch?
They wanna talk when I'm hittin' a lick, aye
Gotta put in the work, (work) 40 racks and go bezerk
I was real since birth, stick with my bro for whatever it's worth
And they mad cause I was first, (I was first)
Killin' this shit like The Purge
And you came for the town bitch I came for the earth
Gotta put in the work, (yeah, yeah)
It ain't what it appear, (nah) ain't a typical affair
She wanna get in the bed, (uh)
Do it all for the bread,
Ain't looking back cause I'm facing ahead, (ahead)
Didn't talk to the feds,
Smith and Wesson like I came from the west
Suit yourself if you ain't wearing no vest
Drip so much when it rains I don't feel no difference
Only care 'bout the chips ain't a bitch I'm missing
And If she wanna talk 'bout it, baby I ain't finna listen
Deutsches auto, bitches like to fuck with me cause I'm macho
Need that guapo, pronto, paint 'em down like I'm Pablo Picasso
Nobody knows cause bitch I'ma ghost
Because of the dope, gotta be on the low
All for the notes, they wanna be me cause I'm doing the most
(Doing the most)
Gotta sight on the bitch, back up the whip
Hand me the stick, click, I'ma empty the clip
Like it's a flick, if they wanna keep talking shit then I gotta
Gotta put in the work, (work) 40 racks and go bezerk
I was real since birth, stick with my bro for whatever it's worth
And they mad cause I was first, (I was first)
Killin' this shit like The Purge
And you came for the town bitch I came for the earth
Gotta put in the work, (yeah, yeah)
They call me doctor, they way that hand out these meds
But I ain't handing you shit if we ain't talking checks
I'm gonna buy me a lamb, even if I have to run in with a mask
I'm dressed in all black, ready to go get the bag
That was while your bitch be strippin' for cash, uh, uh
When they saw my Glock went holy fuck
I ain't even accept no job for the so called opps
Find a private spot don't involve no cops
And the bags go crazy, products amazing
Blue racks like navy, choppas we aiming
Gotta go fast, I ain't driving Miss Daisy
This shit's crazy, gotta be on guard so no fools gon' tape me
For the money, I got a big appetite
For the money, I got me a Samsonite
Came to magnify, like a dynamite, (like a dynamite)
Put in the work, just another day on the strip
She finna twerk, just another day in the Strip Club
We drink henny out them big cups, (sip)
Hand on the Pump, he's outrunned
I'ma shine like the sun, got treated like scum
They gon' fuck around be left done
If I shoot then I shoot for the kill
And I'm real, I'm never breaking a deal, (nah)
You can't copy these skills
If I'm having a problem, I'm using the steel
Gotta put in the work, (work) 40 racks and go bezerk
I was real since birth, stick with my bro for whatever it's worth
And they mad cause I was first, (I was first)
Killin' this shit like The Purge
And you came for the town bitch I came for the earth
Gotta put in the work, (yeah, yeah)
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