Put In That Work ft. Lil' Rose, Terrence Thomas & Ballout Black Lyrics

It's Just Different

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work

Go head and shoot, and shoot, and shoot, and shoot, and shoot

Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work

Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work

King Ju in another hit, got my brothers on the mix

Start a new wave in this bitch, got a new word for this bitch

I don't think they understand, this is me going crazy

Draggin' land, I put in a lot of work

Beat up the competition, they don't want no smoke

It's time for me to rip it, demon time, have a nigga hangin' from the chain

Beat it big body until they have to see the face

Akuna Matata, ain't no more worry

Step back, shootin' like curry

I pray on the Lord for some of you niggas to make it

So I can take it, just like your bitch

Got the round on my finger, no anger

Shout out to TJ, shout out to Black

Shout out to Lil Rose for hoppin' on this track

It's 757, 973, Jersey and VA

United, killin' niggas for fun

Ain't nobody ready for this king shit

Cause I'm going crazy in this bitch

Swerve, swerve , swerve , swerve, swerve, swerve

Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work

Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work

Go head and shoot

8-0-4, that's when I'm reppin

I put in work, 24-7, my flow is tight

Like Paralegas, bitch like the reverend

Put in that work, bop, bop, bop, bop

You get the message, hotter than Satan

Higher than heaven, shoot for the stars

Never contested, nothin' but net

Bitch on my box and I'm Kevin Garnett

Bitch on my ball like I got my own net

I never mind work, I just need to connect

I want the money, the power, respect

I serve like it's from Quebec

I get shit like taking identity theft

To the fix, I get paid by reality checks

Bitch, I'm a rockstar with a guitar

I put in work to the string sound

Like this, like that, like this, like that

Like this, like that, like this, like that

Swerve , swerve, swerve , swerve, swerve, swerve

Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work

Go ahead and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work

Go ahead and shoot

24-7, I'm grindin' for days

757, I'm gonna get paid

Travelin' oceans and gettin' it made

Foreigns on my team and we swervin' through lanes

Givin' me graded, her name is not Becky

I'm pushin' your buttons, you better not test me

I came from the traces, we reckon I'm blessed

You think you can stop me, this flow from the heavens

Damn, so amazing how I made it now

Countin' my blessings, I'm stackin' out

Shout-out to Ju, we on it now

Come here, lil' bitch, cause that pussy wild

I'll smoke a nigga like a blackened mouth

I can hang round my side of town

Cause none of you niggas can check me now

Shout-out to Black, shout-out to Rose

757, my area code

I'm leavin' the village, they call me a road

They say that I'm bomb, well, I'm bout to explode

You bitches are trash, you stay decomposed

I be puttin' in work cause that's all that I know

I be puttin' in work cause that's all that I know

Swerve , swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Puttin' in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Go ahead and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Puttin' in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work

Go ahead and shoot

Coppola strippin', I'm chasin' the cash

They talkin' money, then I gotta dash

Say you important, man, where you heard that

Niggas be frontin', you know that's a fact

I want the bag, hit up the stash

Wastin' my time, no time for the lack

Pull up with sticks and they talkin' no facts

For real, my big girl, you just need to relax

Cause I'm 31 and they got time for laughs

I know you a buck and I'm tryin' to stack

Get through your head, the knowledge you lack

I'm tryin' to get paper without movin' fast

I'm tryin' to go global like Windows and Mac

Nah, for real, just listen to Blac

One day I'ma make it, I promise you that

No more window shoppin', I'm buyin' a sack

Call the blood nigga, y'all actin' real funny

Not really, you must've thought I was a dummy

You really is stupid to play with my money

Supplyin' a block, man, I feel like Blue Bunny

Just copped a new shorty, I call her my honey

That pussy be drippin', I guess I be plummet

Heard her be talkin', but steady be runnin

Your girl call me Curry, she know how I'm comin

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, pull in that work, that work, that work, that work

Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot