Work
Ain't no pussy good enough for me to go raw
Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off
She could fuck Drake, Chris and Meek Mills
I tell her give me the pussy after you done with them
I get a bitch pregnant then I'm going ham nigga
And if a nigga won't beef we going ham nigga
On my St. Louis shit we going ram nigga
And with the rock eye dip like cam nigga
187 I'm a motherfucking drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't love niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
And my drop top looking like MacGyver
I make my baby mama do all my driving
I'm a regis to my sun just like me
Get off the pill and I might get high fe
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work nigga ()
I'm in the spot feeling just like a smoker
My nigga Mace nick named himself Coca
Him and puchi go hard with the chocha
J Imagine in my mind
See these hoes ain't shit but I'm the same
Fuck a bitch me and studs we're the same
I'm a blood like my nigga Lil Wayne
I'm a blood like fuck it I bang
Get off 99 ways 9 different place
9 times out of 10 all these niggers fake
9 ratchets got more than just 9 lives
And with that 9 I can make 9 mama's cry
187 to my motherfucking enemies
Fuck a snitch and a motherfucking witness
Make a bitch get rid like real fast
You look back like daddy, shit I got eyes
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work nigga ()
9/11 insides with a blue roof
Feel my nigga booze up, that's my blue roof
Remember back then when I didn't have shit
Me and my niggas stick together like ass cheeks
Fuck a yee and a buster I don't need that
Got a DM like nigga I need that
Give her loan dick and tell her what's the feedback
Too many eyes and you circle when the G's at
Where the P's at, where the B's at
And if you're crippled certified where the C's at?
Where the V's at, where the tree's at
Where whoops up are just the master meeze at
187 tell that pussy I overkilled
Lil pretty, lil bitch had to overhear
Like a pussy name clip of the same shit
She got some wet lick nigga 'cause I can't quit
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work nigga
Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off
She could fuck Drake, Chris and Meek Mills
I tell her give me the pussy after you done with them
I get a bitch pregnant then I'm going ham nigga
And if a nigga won't beef we going ham nigga
On my St. Louis shit we going ram nigga
And with the rock eye dip like cam nigga
187 I'm a motherfucking drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't love niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
And my drop top looking like MacGyver
I make my baby mama do all my driving
I'm a regis to my sun just like me
Get off the pill and I might get high fe
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work nigga ()
I'm in the spot feeling just like a smoker
My nigga Mace nick named himself Coca
Him and puchi go hard with the chocha
J Imagine in my mind
See these hoes ain't shit but I'm the same
Fuck a bitch me and studs we're the same
I'm a blood like my nigga Lil Wayne
I'm a blood like fuck it I bang
Get off 99 ways 9 different place
9 times out of 10 all these niggers fake
9 ratchets got more than just 9 lives
And with that 9 I can make 9 mama's cry
187 to my motherfucking enemies
Fuck a snitch and a motherfucking witness
Make a bitch get rid like real fast
You look back like daddy, shit I got eyes
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work nigga ()
9/11 insides with a blue roof
Feel my nigga booze up, that's my blue roof
Remember back then when I didn't have shit
Me and my niggas stick together like ass cheeks
Fuck a yee and a buster I don't need that
Got a DM like nigga I need that
Give her loan dick and tell her what's the feedback
Too many eyes and you circle when the G's at
Where the P's at, where the B's at
And if you're crippled certified where the C's at?
Where the V's at, where the tree's at
Where whoops up are just the master meeze at
187 tell that pussy I overkilled
Lil pretty, lil bitch had to overhear
Like a pussy name clip of the same shit
She got some wet lick nigga 'cause I can't quit
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like niggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work nigga
Credits
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro
- I'm Back
- Nothing to Something
- Get Nekkid (feat. DJ Mustard)
- Chose (feat. E-40, TYS)
- My Fly (feat. G. Austin)
- Fresh Out (feat. T Lanez)
- Work
- Gang Bang (feat. YG)
- Ghetto Dope
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