Work

[Intro]

Band—

Let the band play

[Pre-Chorus]

Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup

Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert

I get it in like the first and the third

This shit I got on, it came out the dirt

All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed

I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt

I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt

His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me "Work"

[Chorus]

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off

Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all

I work, work, work my ass off

I ain’t trustin' none of these niggas at all

[Post-Chorus]

I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off

Still tryna take all my opps head off

Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all

Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog

Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off

Still tryna take all my opps head off

Still killin' these niggas, my bad, y'all

Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog

[Verse]

Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk

Hit thе gas, you can hear when I smash out

Yeah, Glizock that nigga, hands down

Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tryna blow this lil’ bitch back out, yeah

I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah

I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh

Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah

Nigga, I still got racks comin’ in

Nigga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah

Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is

[Interlude]

Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French

I'm in uh, France right now

I’m— yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup

Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert

I get it in like the first and the third

This shit I got on, it came out the dirt

All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed

I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt

I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt

His voice in my head keep on tellin' me "Work"

[Chorus]

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off

Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all

I work, work, work my ass off

I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

I work, work, work my ass off

Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all

I work, work, work my ass off

I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

[Post-Chorus]

I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off

Still tryna take all my opps head off

Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all

Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog

[Outro]

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