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(Enrgy made this one)
Y'ello
Look
Pack got this shit locked, got the fallback
Gettin' up out the Scat, bad bitch seein' all crack
It's money on the floor, I'ma haul ass
Got these hoes suckin' the same nigga they used to call fat
Laid back nigga, I been givin' bitches shark vibes
Big spender, I get in her like a hard drive
Gentle with the women, all they showed me is they soft side
Make a bad bitch spit in my mouth until her tongue dry
Flunk Flex shitted on me, but we cool now
My sister came out with a coochie, she a dude now
Used to hit motels just to swim, I got a pool house
Veneers fuckin' stank, braces got me with a new smile
I want a daughter, got two sons, I need a new child
Walk around with dog shit on me like I move bowels
Sneak always wanna kill somebody, nigga, cool down
Sittin' courtside in two seats, nigga, move down
Joe McFashion, Wallo, Gillie, got me motivated
When I was down, they said, "Get up", I got to rollerbladin'
BTA, belt to ass if you ain't cultivated
Funny rap nigga kickin' ass, go and Soulja hate me
I be shootin' dice in the hood, don't got to go to Vegas
Super charged Beamer, hit the gas, you hear the motor shakin'
Fuck Cracker Barrel, I'm from Flint, I'ma Golden Gate it
My bitch said it's her or the lean, I'ma go with Quagen
I hit the work, it jump back, I gotta fight with it
Light-skinned, pussy tighter than a vice-gripper
You seen Bill Cosby, you seen Kobe Bryant
You seen Shannon Sharpe, keep your dick up out of white women
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
You want this bread? Bitch, you know you gotta work for it
Caught a nigga walkin' out the mall and shot the shirt off him
Call me Dr. Dolittle, I heard a bird talkin'
I need three eighths of drank 'cause my daughter and my son coughin'
Bitch, shut the fuck up before my gun talkin'
You got how many 'bows on you? Okay, come off it
Cali' plug gave me a hundred 'bows, I'm finna run off
He must don't know Ri'
I'll turn into the motherfuckin' old Ri', run off with a whole P
He said five thousand for the Tris, he must smoke lean
I got a bunch money but a dope fiend
I came home on the same shit, they didn't clone me
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Bitch, I need a million dollars, I can't stop workin'
I done put a switchy on the back, it got the Glock twerkin'
Like, lil' nigga, you never seen a dub, my nigga, stop Percin'
I am nothin' like them average niggas, I'm a hot person
All I do is hear the beat and then I tweak
If it's up, I'ma come straight to your door, bitch, I don't tweet
Sike, I'm lyin' just in case them boys listenin', I don't beef
Everyday I get up and go work, bitch, I don't sleep
Like, when I take the braces off, I'm puttin' diamonds in my teeth, nigga
Ayy, my mama said if you don't go to work, then you don't eat, nigga
Fuck it, we delete niggas, I ain't the pushin' peace, nigga
Make a bad bitch scream my name when I go deep in her
Bitch pussy wider than a parking lot, can park a Jeep in there
I'm in the Yams, somewhere posted on the block just like the Heat center, huh
This shit comin' off the dome, bitch, I ain't write this one
I just ran into some fine shit, how I ain't pipe this one?
How I ain't get in there? Like
The way that bro be standin' on the block, you think he livin' there
I don't walk around with one Glock, I gotta keep a pair
My lil' brother, he'll smoke your ass even if you stare
He don't give a fuck
Lil' bitch got a flat booty, I had to lift it up