Work

(Yeah yuhhh)
(Yeah yuh)
(Yeah yuhhh)
They wanna fuck with a G

Yeah yuhhh
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
(Aye)
Mixing the wok in my cup
(Yeah yuhhh)

Mixing the work in my cup
Bitches too drunk to give a fuck
Bitch I'm geeked off the drugs
Work working that bitch when you know I push up

Shooting first nigga you better go duck
(Chopper go boom)

Better go duck and run
Too,Too many vibes all in the coupe
How you get money but you still broke
Nigga be talking that nigga a joke
How he a shooter, he don't want the smoke
I'll bury that nigga, that nigga a ghost
BITCH
Pull up with the yops and the drakes

Vvs diamonds bussin out the face
(Lame ahh nigga)

Ayy ayy woah
Can't give a fuck bout lames hoes

Feel like thugger bitch I'm slimy as hell
(Slime)

He want static so I'm giving him shells
Get to the money, fuck your bitch repeat
She on some wild shit, she wanna suck feet
Woah
Me, me and my niggas on go
Working that bitch and you know ima go
You say you got gas you know ima blow
Hitting that Za keep it on the low

(Go)
(Yuhhh)
(Yuh)
(Yuh)
(Aye)
(Aye yuh)
(Aye yuh yuh)

My, my gang put in work
(My gang put in work)

We put a nigga inside of the dirt
I leave that lil bitch feelings hurt
When I fuck her baby we put in work
Remember these days running streets like a clurge

If he talk down get shot in his shirt
(Yuhhh)

Aye

I don't know what you think
(Know what she thinks)

But when shawty gon fall of the drink
Just got some amiris, spend racks on some jeans
Feel like koala I'm smoking on trees
(Yuhhh)
Too many vibes in the coupe ouuu
Sha, shawty say she wanna come through
I'm not a crip but I got the blues
We keep them them sticks just like bamboo
Off of the lean I'm feeling taboo
Smoke pound exotics, she smelling the fume
This glock like a speaker this bitch got a boom
Read through the lines this is not Doctor Seuss

Rub on my body I call her masseuse
(Yuh yuh)

(Ouuu)
(Ouuu)



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Writer(s): Devri Johnson
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