WORK Lyrics

Yeah, I dont even know what part this is

Like three four or five but fuck it we gonna keep reviving this beat three years

We gonna make it a tradition

(81 Grim shit lil bitch)

I bet this switch make a bitch nigga straight, six bills for a plate

Said that you getting to it off the early, whats in your stash, not what you making

I pop out it's a mother fucking statement

40 on me, dont tuck it make it blatant

I was crack bins off a mother fucking acer

I need them dead faces all adjacent

Spanish mami hot tamale, causing problems tryna make a scene

She saw me pull a couple hundred out, now she tryna get in my jeans

Opps outside and they wanna play, til they see this beam

I pour another pint of lean, I bet she fuck me off this bean

A super soaker, I imagine, I don't care if them titties plastic

I want the head, you can keep the baggage

Its a whole new world, like I'm Aladdin

Broad day shootout with the opps in traffic

I let em have it, he said them niggas over there was having

Why he contemplating donating plasma

(Big D-O-T-I still at the grave with my reapers)

Yeah, chasing a check cus i can't chase a bitch

Sipping on mud gotta dust off my kicks

Guap in my pants chilling with a blick (shit)

Nigga want smoke get it sponsored by Bic

Dirty bastard in that mother fucking kitchen

I can turn a Vic straight to a brick (whip, yeah, whip)

Man with a plan at the board like Lester

Tell me baby, who you know do it better

These niggas aint putting up effort

Mama told me go ahead and apply that pressure

B-Ben franks watch them bust out the seams

556's and 223's couple shots then I'm fleeing the scene

Cops ask me I aint see a thing

24 worth a quarter ticket

After i nut the bitch get evicted

I stretch a gram and serve three 50's

I play it cool, these niggas be tipping

(Shit yeah D-O-T-I yeah 8-1 Grim shit)

Keep on playing that big tough guy shit, get your chest cracked in

Smoke your mother fucking ass

Yeah its all good though

Come outside and quit hiding

Pussy