IM WORKING Lyrics

Literally my point is is that

You didn't communicate anything

You couldn't even text or call like text or nothing like you could have just said I'm busy instead you ignored me for

How many days I don't want to fucking talk like

The fuck you couldn't text me

The only difference between me and you is I know how to fucking communicate

And I'm telling you I don't want to fucking talk

So stop fucking texting me if it's not like no music if you ain't finna send me no song

For me to listen to or nothing I don't want to talk do whatever the fuck you want to do. Like I don't care

I do not care

Four Tre, Four Tre

Okay

I'ma try and do it in like one take or maybe two or something

I'm workin

I got a session till the AM

I'm workin

On 285 with my bumper rest up Trill

Lately I've been high up, can't get no rest up here

This bitch say she love me

And that shit's so hard to tell

If you took my eyes away I could still find a money trail

And if you took your love away don't come back over here

A hunnid what if's can't changed none of that shit you did

I'm workin

The right offer could get my service

Call trouble bring me drank you know this shit get urgent

Nobody's perfect more peace and blessings

Bitch wanna act funny watch how you play your hand

And this bitch ungrateful I get her everything

And all these purses in her closet do the same thing

And all this money we done made spent on the same thing

I ain't got nothing to show for that 60k I threw away

She know I'm worth it

I'm the greatest

She know I'm destined

Shit make her hate me

We was on bad terms

You fuck my dawg but I don't hate you

Wish Kobe would've called God damn brother I'll see you later

Her body perfect designer purse's

If I like I purchase

I don't do the hype you heard me

Medicine on my ice dirty

Prec's make my eyes blurred

Took away what I interpret

Trust Luu with my life for certain

Sending niggas open verses

Tryna extend my hand

Told her you gotta stand on words

You say you love me mean it

Syrup slow down all my nerves I close my eyes on TV

She take whatever I say to heart

I know I hurt her feelings

You know we thug in TG

Me and Dray two deep

I can't believe she for me or everybody love me

Xanax let me see my uncle

Don't trail this car it's filled with bumpers

To my family I'm a failure

To my seven's I'm the one

Know that drink could never fail me

Pour a tray and then I'm done

Pour a 8 baby I'm good

I left Kutta with my gun

Fill my bitch body with cum

And cut a lot of bitches out

Snakes in the grass I'm for sure

I let my chopper mow it down

Lied on the Bible in the court

Hope God forgive me when I'm gone

Time flying on my end plus don finna be a farther

Put my phone on DND

And if that bitch call tell her I'm recording

The fuck, I'm working

I'm working

I can't motherfucking exchange my time

To spend with you for what I got going on

Fuck no

No exchange

Nah for real P

You know what I'm saying

I can't do that

Four Tre

Four Tre