Working 4 Me
If you ain't got no aim
You can't on a mission
Nah
On hood
If you ain't got no aim
You can't go on a mission
On hood
If you ain't got no aim
You can't go on a mission
I ain't paying for shit
Better slide wit yo nigga
Load up and ride
Get a grip on a trigger
Walk up and get close
Had to take down a victim
We all want the body
We voting to kill'em
Smokin on opps sometime
But we sell'em
Lil bra not gas
Zip'em up and sell'em
Last nigga wasn't Za
He reggie, can't sell'em
I don't feel nothing when I slide
Do you feel me
Fucced in the trap
Had to switch out the sheets
She thuggin
We fucc bumpin EST Gee
Booty sittin nice
You can say it's on fleet
Hit from the back
She like you hurting me
Gave her the pacc
Let her serve it for me
My bitch get it off
So it's working for me
Don't care for designer
When I got the profit
Buy bullets
And so many guns
Hit the trap and make
So many funds
Hit the club and throw
So many ones
Hit the yo and smoke
So many blunts
Get high, hit the booth
And rap so nonchalant
My life ain't the mic
I just do this fun
I'm high as a kite
Got an opp in my lungs
We fucc at the spot
Leave a drop on her tongue
I give her the pipe
Make her fight with her mom
Act cordial in public
And fucc after dawn
I shot up the club
And said don't have a son
One of one
Dracco a don
I'm one eleven
That's triple the ones
Two deep
But we got more than
Triple the guns
One for each one
Oh yea I'll shoot nigga
I ain't the one
I'm team no safety
I'm loaded with one
With an empty heater
I got to hit everyone
My mama know ima shoot
She done heard bout her son
I keep a stick
I don't shoot it for fun
I keep a stick
I don't shoot it for fun
If you ain't got no aim
You can't go on a mission
I ain't paying for shit
Better slide wit yo nigga
Load up and ride
Get a grip on a trigger
Walk up and get close
Had to take down a victim
We all want the body
We voting to kill'em
Smokin on opps sometime
But we sell'em
Lil bra not gas
Zip'em up and sell'em
Last nigga wasn't Za
He reggie, can't sell'em
I don't feel nothing when I slide
Do you feel me
Fucced in the trap
Had to switch out the sheets
She thuggin
We fucc bumpin EST Gee
Booty sittin nice
You can say it's on fleet
Hit from the back
She like you hurting me
Gave her the pacc
Let her serve it for me
My bitch get it off
So it's working for me
You can't on a mission
Nah
On hood
If you ain't got no aim
You can't go on a mission
On hood
If you ain't got no aim
You can't go on a mission
I ain't paying for shit
Better slide wit yo nigga
Load up and ride
Get a grip on a trigger
Walk up and get close
Had to take down a victim
We all want the body
We voting to kill'em
Smokin on opps sometime
But we sell'em
Lil bra not gas
Zip'em up and sell'em
Last nigga wasn't Za
He reggie, can't sell'em
I don't feel nothing when I slide
Do you feel me
Fucced in the trap
Had to switch out the sheets
She thuggin
We fucc bumpin EST Gee
Booty sittin nice
You can say it's on fleet
Hit from the back
She like you hurting me
Gave her the pacc
Let her serve it for me
My bitch get it off
So it's working for me
Don't care for designer
When I got the profit
Buy bullets
And so many guns
Hit the trap and make
So many funds
Hit the club and throw
So many ones
Hit the yo and smoke
So many blunts
Get high, hit the booth
And rap so nonchalant
My life ain't the mic
I just do this fun
I'm high as a kite
Got an opp in my lungs
We fucc at the spot
Leave a drop on her tongue
I give her the pipe
Make her fight with her mom
Act cordial in public
And fucc after dawn
I shot up the club
And said don't have a son
One of one
Dracco a don
I'm one eleven
That's triple the ones
Two deep
But we got more than
Triple the guns
One for each one
Oh yea I'll shoot nigga
I ain't the one
I'm team no safety
I'm loaded with one
With an empty heater
I got to hit everyone
My mama know ima shoot
She done heard bout her son
I keep a stick
I don't shoot it for fun
I keep a stick
I don't shoot it for fun
If you ain't got no aim
You can't go on a mission
I ain't paying for shit
Better slide wit yo nigga
Load up and ride
Get a grip on a trigger
Walk up and get close
Had to take down a victim
We all want the body
We voting to kill'em
Smokin on opps sometime
But we sell'em
Lil bra not gas
Zip'em up and sell'em
Last nigga wasn't Za
He reggie, can't sell'em
I don't feel nothing when I slide
Do you feel me
Fucced in the trap
Had to switch out the sheets
She thuggin
We fucc bumpin EST Gee
Booty sittin nice
You can say it's on fleet
Hit from the back
She like you hurting me
Gave her the pacc
Let her serve it for me
My bitch get it off
So it's working for me
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Writer(s): Damian Gordon, Nikko Beats
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