We Working

[Intro] You getcho’ lil cressy on this You getcho’ credit from me (Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice) [Verse] These niggas be playin’ with you like you don’t get your work in I was bout’ to message you when I seen you with that skirt on Fore’ they do anything, gotta do that with you first, huh I was chasin’ that pussy, I walked in all the way to the circle I was chasin’ that pussy, I walked in all the way to the circle Fore’ they go anywhere, bae I gotta take you first Ain’t on no gay shit, but I grew up snatchin’ purses I was on the E-way, I was thinkin’ bout E-Murder I was on the E-way, thinkin’ bout Auntie Emelda Think I know everything, that’s why I don’t respеct my elders Every timе I try to leave the hood that be my downfall It be feelin’ like I can never make it far without y’all I love my niggas so much, I cry if he don’t answer Any time I don’t hear from Jack Boy them, I can feel my head hurt Huh, any time I don’t hear from Jack Boy them You gon’ betray me anyways, so I don’t want no friends I ain’t never let nobody gettin’ too close again My baby mama said I shouldn’t trust you I hated that you really let the bitch be right Cause she always wrong You ain’t say congratulations when yo’ dawg came home I need an X pill, that’s the only way I can go to you for real I been tryna’ get straightened, but it ain’t workin’, uh Cause every time that we talkin’, you switch yo’ story up My nigga sittin’, cause somebody snitchin’ We tryna’ get the witness to switch the story up Tell the bitch to stop takin’ pictures, they disturbin’ us We workin, ayy, three, four, five, six perkies, I'm on the road Big jit sittin’ here nervous, you gotta go Got shotguns, in the Suburban, about to shoot Pull up on the side of me swervin’, ten car, ten coupe Lotta’ money gettin’ contagious, I keep gettin' mo' Fuck nigga, I know you remember I was kickin’ in do’ We workin’, I put different patches round the trenches, it hurt me Shoulda never put you in position, it’s our fault VA bussin’ checks and hittin’ big licks, it’s my fault Tryna’ turn my friendships into business Tryna’ turn a penny to a million I’ma make sure all you niggas feel me He say I’m a bitch, but he know different How the fuck I got six fuckin’ killin’s I be tryna keep my bullshit out my lyrics Yeah, niggas play like they don’t know what the deal is Uh, I be talkin’ boss talk, twenty sixty I been turnin’ wash cloths into riches [Outro] I mean rags to riches, yeah I like Spanish bitches, uh Pull up, Jags and Bentleys Bag and tag these niggas I got lavish, yeah, uh Bussin’ checks, bussin' sweat I’m sellin’ death, they know that Once you left, more success