Work

Niggas don't really got work,
See you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye
Pussy nigga talkin got murked
Wanted three pounds got a 3 round burst, damn
Bitch nigga dont get hurt
If a nigga scared tell that nigga go to church, aye
Aimin right where the Feds lurk
Lettin off the shots hit the nigga head first, damn
Glock hit a bitch, hit a cop in his shit,
He was riding round posted on my block tryna snitch
Ops lick a dick, and my trigger finger itch,
Ima wet the whole scene, won't stop if I miss, aye
I just might use the whole clip, aye
They tell me stop bitch you wish, aye
I just might sauce on yo bitch, aye
Might just take off with yo bitch, aye
Got that thirty on my hip, aye
Got that thirty let it rip, aye
Bitch we really with the shits, aye
Shoot a nigga then I dip, aye
Y'all just be talking shit, I'm on a rocket ship,
I just rolled up the whole zip, yuh
You cannot Rock with my clique, aye
Please hop up off the dick
New niggas ringin my line
I just hit that all these niggas just get on my nerves
All of these Feds on my back Ima grab me a strap
And then hop in the car and then swerve
Hit a bitch nigga with the tax,
Nigga this thrax got real loud packs of the herb,
I don't give a fuck about rap,
Thumbin through racks from a show then it's back to the curb
Young rad nigga on the moon
Bitch you got it wrong if you think that I'm a goon
I just learned bunch of evil shit from cartoons
And I like to shoot shit just to make it go boom, yuh
Splittin profits while you sit and gossip
If that nigga talkin then them pistols popping
Only bout the paper so it's fuck a hater,
If you really want it then my niggas got it
Feel the pressure heavy turn em to spaghetti,
Leave a nigga messy see he wasn't ready
Got my nigga Luger he'll pull the Ruger,
If you talkin stupid then he'll use machetes
I cannot fuck wit no hoe,
Fuck with my girl and that pistol got blow, aye
Sippin this tech got me slow
But all my money fast that's just how the shit go, yuh
How I made it I don't know,
Can't get my tactics you know I keep that on the low
Fuck them niggas bitch we really did it
I smoke by the onion just to keep me lifted
You can smell the fragrance, smellin like we made it,
Money keep me shaded, from the friendly faces
Back then you was hatin',
Now you tryna say that you were fuckin with me
But I know you fakin'
Rad kids this
Rad kids that
You a damn bitch
You can lick my sack
I remember back when I ain't have no racks,
I came from bein' broke and I ain't going back, BITCH
Niggas don't really got work,
See you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye
Pussy nigga talkin got murked
Wanted three pounds got a 3 round burst, bitch