Work Songtext
von Key Glock
Work Songtext
Let the BandPlay
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"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can′t work with all these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Ain't trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, 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, you ain't 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, you ain′t Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat, the Range, go with no track out
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, just like that nigga, hands down
Yeah, 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
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in, uh, France right now
I′m, yeah
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"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't work with all these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Ain′t trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't work with all these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Ain′t trustin′ none of these niggas
Yeah, 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, you ain't Glock, you a bad dog
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"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can′t work with all these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Ain't trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, 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, you ain't 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, you ain′t Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat, the Range, go with no track out
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, just like that nigga, hands down
Yeah, 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
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in, uh, France right now
I′m, yeah
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"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't work with all these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Ain′t trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't work with all these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Ain′t trustin′ none of these niggas
Yeah, 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, you ain't Glock, you a bad dog
Writer(s): Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius Lashun Cathey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com