Work Work

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]

Holler out your city if you ride for it

Let 'em know why you'd die for it

Same reason all these riders get high, so it's—

All medicinal—now what you wan' buy, homie?

Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch), mob shit (Mob shit)

Boss talk (Boss talk), game rich (Game rich)

Name game (Name game), gang signs (Gang signs)

Work on the phone—call it "baseline"

Yup, line dance like a hoedown

Pimps up, daytime, whole block a ghost town

Ghost ride, Ghostface, G's get ghost in a moment

Pour a little for the ghost of the dead homie

Deadpan voice singing Tin Pan Alley songs

Panhandling in front of tourists with they cameraphones

Get it how you live

Or live 'til you get it—get it in

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Cocc Pistol Cree]

When the stash low and it's no cash (Get it in)

And you riding, no L's, no tags (Get it in)

And she lookin' like, "You ain't gon' smash" (Get it in)

But she got her legs up on the dash