On My Job
Huh ayy
I'm clocked in
I'm just tryna make it to your top ten
I'm nice with drip and I'm mean with pen
I'm not here to make no friends
Huh ayy
I'm clocked in
I'm just tryna make it to your top ten
I been graduated you a freshman
I'm clocked in
I'm hotter than July 23rd
I don't need to do a somersault to flip you all the bird
Like my vision with no glasses, your vision is blurred
I can make your girl squirt
Ain't nothing but a word
I do no trapping, i just be rapping them haters be flapping they gums
Talking some dumb shit they ain't ever done
Shit are you dumb
Get out my face, you a bum your girl wanna
Ride with a nigga like me
No cuffing she want to be free
Yea she want the
Skipping past a b and c
Her satisfaction's guaranteed
Yea I'm a different breed
Check my whip (Ah yea)
Check my drip (Ah yea)
Check yo chick (Ah yea)
Why she on my tip huh
You should've stayed in yo lane
Don't talk to me if you talking to lames
Hating on me something wrong with your brain
I just clocked in no time for the games ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm here to get my bag and get hell on
I'm here to get my bag and get the hell on
I say it twice to get it thru your melon
Get in my way turn me into a felon
I send you to hell first class no roundtrip
I say cuz so much you might think that I crip.
I stack my chips, pringles then I dip
I'm robin Williams hard to stick to scripts
I told you to stay in your lane, quit swerving
I'm blasted off a bottle of bourbon
If you ain't talking bout money, I'm curbin
The wizardry fuck with your headtop, I'm Merlin
Ooh
She wanna join my troop
She wanna smash in the coupe
She don't care for leg room
She hop on my like a broom
All because the car went boom
You should've stayed in yo lane
Don't talk to me if you talking to lames
Hating on me something wrong with your brain
I just clocked in no time for the games ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm clocked in
I'm just tryna make it to your top ten
I'm nice with drip and I'm mean with pen
I'm not here to make no friends
Huh ayy
I'm clocked in
I'm just tryna make it to your top ten
I been graduated you a freshman
I'm clocked in
I'm hotter than July 23rd
I don't need to do a somersault to flip you all the bird
Like my vision with no glasses, your vision is blurred
I can make your girl squirt
Ain't nothing but a word
I do no trapping, i just be rapping them haters be flapping they gums
Talking some dumb shit they ain't ever done
Shit are you dumb
Get out my face, you a bum your girl wanna
Ride with a nigga like me
No cuffing she want to be free
Yea she want the
Skipping past a b and c
Her satisfaction's guaranteed
Yea I'm a different breed
Check my whip (Ah yea)
Check my drip (Ah yea)
Check yo chick (Ah yea)
Why she on my tip huh
You should've stayed in yo lane
Don't talk to me if you talking to lames
Hating on me something wrong with your brain
I just clocked in no time for the games ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm here to get my bag and get hell on
I'm here to get my bag and get the hell on
I say it twice to get it thru your melon
Get in my way turn me into a felon
I send you to hell first class no roundtrip
I say cuz so much you might think that I crip.
I stack my chips, pringles then I dip
I'm robin Williams hard to stick to scripts
I told you to stay in your lane, quit swerving
I'm blasted off a bottle of bourbon
If you ain't talking bout money, I'm curbin
The wizardry fuck with your headtop, I'm Merlin
Ooh
She wanna join my troop
She wanna smash in the coupe
She don't care for leg room
She hop on my like a broom
All because the car went boom
You should've stayed in yo lane
Don't talk to me if you talking to lames
Hating on me something wrong with your brain
I just clocked in no time for the games ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job today ok
I'm on my job yea
I'm on my job yea
Credits
Writer(s): Floyd Hill
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