Work
I put in work, these guns will squirt, your girls will flirt
I put in work, these guns will squirt, your girls will flirt
I put in work, work, work
Not even sleep over catching me sleeping, one eye open I ain't never sleeping
I only fuck with one girl, so I ain't never cheating
I gave her cheeks a beating, her and my dick had a meeting
Had to release the demon, having that thing like I'm skiing
Left, right, move it from the side to side
Get that weight, homie, I'm moving from the side
Try and take it from me, and you will die
Become a pack, make your mama cry
Tell her shut up, she killing my vibe
I ain't the one to try
Some things go bang if you ain't with the gang
I'm a real nigga, so I'm never gonna change
Got a pocket full of ones, I ain't got no change
Blast you from the back, and you ain't got no brains
Fucking with me, man, you must be insane
You need medication, you need some regulation
To come up in this place, and these guns, they be spacing
All away from me, I'm just on the streets, I'm trying to get this money
I'm trying to count ones, fifties, and a hundreds
Trying to make sure I'm blunted, and my team just be running on the block
Making moves, moving work, and we do
We can't help it, we gotta stay true
We trying to move every day
You all know what I'm saying
Fuck with me and see if I stall
I put in work, these guns will squirt
Your girls a flirt, I put in work
I put in work, these guns will squirt
Your girls a flirt, I put in work
I put in work, and I get it for the low low
My nigga smoking and fucking up the ozone
I'm trapping on four phones
And y'all niggas nothing but big clones
And you know this, got the block singing like Otis
Loud smoke, it smells like cat piss
Try and find me, a nice actress
You can't find me, no Atlas
Tattoos for my fashion
Glizzy on me, and it's clapping
You scared
What happened
Hey, hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You know I'm a pro
You know I'm that guy
No wings on me, but I'm too fly
If you smoke, be ready to die
You a fraud
You ready to lie
And you a fiend, so you ready to buy, buy, buy, buy
Got 100 blocks, and we never stopping
You a broke nigga, and you never popping
I put in work, these guns will squirt, your girls will flirt
I put in work, work, work
Not even sleep over catching me sleeping, one eye open I ain't never sleeping
I only fuck with one girl, so I ain't never cheating
I gave her cheeks a beating, her and my dick had a meeting
Had to release the demon, having that thing like I'm skiing
Left, right, move it from the side to side
Get that weight, homie, I'm moving from the side
Try and take it from me, and you will die
Become a pack, make your mama cry
Tell her shut up, she killing my vibe
I ain't the one to try
Some things go bang if you ain't with the gang
I'm a real nigga, so I'm never gonna change
Got a pocket full of ones, I ain't got no change
Blast you from the back, and you ain't got no brains
Fucking with me, man, you must be insane
You need medication, you need some regulation
To come up in this place, and these guns, they be spacing
All away from me, I'm just on the streets, I'm trying to get this money
I'm trying to count ones, fifties, and a hundreds
Trying to make sure I'm blunted, and my team just be running on the block
Making moves, moving work, and we do
We can't help it, we gotta stay true
We trying to move every day
You all know what I'm saying
Fuck with me and see if I stall
I put in work, these guns will squirt
Your girls a flirt, I put in work
I put in work, these guns will squirt
Your girls a flirt, I put in work
I put in work, and I get it for the low low
My nigga smoking and fucking up the ozone
I'm trapping on four phones
And y'all niggas nothing but big clones
And you know this, got the block singing like Otis
Loud smoke, it smells like cat piss
Try and find me, a nice actress
You can't find me, no Atlas
Tattoos for my fashion
Glizzy on me, and it's clapping
You scared
What happened
Hey, hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You know I'm a pro
You know I'm that guy
No wings on me, but I'm too fly
If you smoke, be ready to die
You a fraud
You ready to lie
And you a fiend, so you ready to buy, buy, buy, buy
Got 100 blocks, and we never stopping
You a broke nigga, and you never popping
Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Moon
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