Lite Werk

[Intro]

Lite werk

Lite werk

[Verse 1]

Uh, don't sweat the technique

Point me to a G, get chicer than me

They don't got the drive like the rental on E

And I'm far from a rook, these hoes can't check me

Out the asylum, Proper Villains on the beat

Somewhere gettin' lite imported soles on the feet

Catch me on the scene, if you see me, don't speak

Feelin' crazy, sexy, cool when I'm stuntin' on the creep

Sip Sauvignon Blanc in a little black thong

Tryna copy my sound, now you know you dead wrong

Oh no, Cheech and Chong, take your lips off my bong

Wanna blow me like a whistle, tryna bang me like a gong

That just means ya can't fuck with me

So who keep gassin' you up to come beef?

Little Indians better bow down to the Chief

Oh, you ain't know I ain't slapped a bitch in two weeks?

Peep the track record and my legacy

Got everybody feigned off the recipes

Now they doin' anything just to touch the queen

Ever since I did that little show with Cardi B

[Chorus]

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat

Got frequent flyer miles from the west to the east

I been tryna keep it cool, keep the come up PC

Oh, you ain't know my whole team beat bitches outta geish?

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat (Lite werk)

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat

Got frequent flyer miles from the west to the east (Lite werk)

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat (Lite werk)

Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat

You ain't know my whole team beat bitches outta geish?

[Verse 2]

Yo, rappers not ready, rapid flow come steady

Tongue sharp like machete, turn a opp into confetti

Get straight to the middle if you tryna solve the riddle

See, I birthed a lot of bitches, so my status ain't the issue

All around the world, why my boss can't see

That I'm bigger than the tasks that they givin' to me?

Lock shit down, ain't livin' on the street

It's the first of the month, so a bitch can't sleep

Can't punch a clock, then a ho can't eat

Lockdown fuckin' with my money and my fees

COVID got me popped, gigs lookin' kinda steep

Really sick of eatin' ramen with a side of chopped cheese

Chopped cheese, chopped cheese, chopped cheese, chopped cheese

[Verse 3]

I don't got no time for all the foolery

It seem like the whole fuckin' hood be on some coonery

Tastemakers more concerned with fuckin' jewelry

Been prophesysin' since the Mishka dropped Eulogy

Back in 2013, did y'all get all that?

Hoes could never duplicate because it's deeper than rap

Had to ship my shit direct, so did you get that fax?

Sis, you rhyme a lot of words, but I don't hear no facts

Hatin' on the kid, I stay on track

Serve my shit sashimi raw or lay my shit on wax

Wack MCs be soundin' botched like they hips don't match

Put the girdle to these beats and shape 'em just like that, ah

I'm too thorough, gettin' through any borough

Smile all in my face 'cause my doubters would hate to rumble

Slackers bound to fumble, I'm usually on my humble

Internet want me to pop, when I bubble, it's gonna bubble, bubble