Work Season (Poppstyle)

Show me a nigga ain't take no L's just to get this far he bappin'
I show you a nigga won't leave no scales
He'll fuck around and steal your napkins
Straight of the holder
We can't controllem
He da type to steal ya mama perfume
I know this a lot but I swear its the truth
We B.N.E kings I could sendem to you
Yeah little bitch I am the truth
Stomp down marching like I am the troops
Why you gotta gun if you ain't gonna use it?
Hunnit clip with me like I'm shooting movies

Sippin' that "Tris" it came with a seal
Call up the Dr. you need a refill
Bitch I'm not Dr. Dre I keep the beat
Got ya bitch getting hyphy like I'm keak da sneak
Trying fuck me a B.E.T queen of the queen
Vegetarian Poppi cuz I need my green
But on occasion I am know to indulge in the beef
Slide on ya street get ya wrapped in a sheet
Ain't shit sweet
Bitch come see
1107 or 1017
Rest In Peace big Woo
Dluv and Tony
Still Got some real niggas that'll die bout me

Shit

You got that work just coming in
Work Work Work
You know that work been coming in
Work Work Work
You can tell that work been coming in
Work Work Work
Work Work we got it coming in
Work Work Work
You know I got it coming in
Work Work Work
Bitch I just keep em coming in
Work Work Work
And I will shoot you and your mans
Work Work Work
And we not doing no new friends
Teamwork!
Work Work Work



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Jones
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