Work Do (feat. JohnDoee GG)

Soulja Livin' Tru nigga
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh

Them real winners uptown, shout-out to John Doee
I'm a Soulja Livin' True, these niggas hoes on the low
Gotta eater bitch from the bitty, get the lo's from that hoe
They put the swizzy on the glizzy, now it's holes in your door
Ever see a nigga bitch with me, I'm just holding the hoe
You know that nigga ain't the plug, he just holding the dope
Tell that boy to get up with me, I got them loads for the lows
Nigga trap like sparez, lot of bowls on the floor
Tryna get that 80/20 out of universal
I got plays off in broward, exit on commercial
Too bad them boys police, nigga inner circle
Go ahead, grabba leaf, nigga hit the purple
Huh, my dog will fucking hurt you
Fuck nigga, put you in the dirt too
Baby, I'ma reimburse you
That's what that work do
Let me show you what that work do
What that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
What that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
What that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
What that work do
Baby, show me what that work do

What that work do
Baby, I can show you what it is
I'ma walk in there and see, tell her, son, I stunt on Benz
I just popped a black bottle and pour it up, she like the fizz
I like the food she is, but I don't mean I got her like a king
I can turn two to four and four to more, niggas know

I was trappin' out the school and serving dope out the stove
They know I don't sell clothes, but they cop it from the goat
I can tell how he smoke that this lil nigga broke
Somebody gotta tell they ass the truth
Huh, my bitch new friend looking cute
She told me, nigga don't act spooked
I'm finna show you what that work do

Baby, show me what that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
Baby, show me what that work do

I'll put a two on two, but that'll make a four for four
Add it, that'll make that eight
Pussy, better play it safe
We been getting a lot of money, but we quit to get a nigga slayed
I'll give you eight ways to get this pape, you would be amazed
But cross me, I'll give you eight ways to die and you can pick yo grave
Brodie, uptown living, mixing shit like it's lemonade
When we hit him with that fie, fie, fie to a nigga face
I ain't with the politicking, my inner demons feel the rage
I'll suit up in that Nike tech just to catch a hat
When I was down, bro lift me up and put them hands right on his back
We ain't with the internet, but you catch me on 183rd
Where you know them killers at
Send a bitch out the road with dog shit, she bring chicken back

Baby, show me what that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
Baby, show me what that work do
Baby, show me what that work do