We Working

You getcho’ lil cressy on this

You getcho’ credit for

(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice)

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 respect my elders

Every time 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 switchin’

We tryna’ get the witness to switch the story up

Tell the bitch to stop takin’ pictures, they disturbin’ us

We workin, aye, three, four, five, six Birkin’s, we on the road

Big jet sittin’ here nervous, you gotta go

Got shotguns, in the Suburbans, about to shoot

Pull up on the side of me swervin’, ten car, ten coupe

Lotta’ money gettin’ contagious, I keep mo'

Fuck nigga, I know you remember I was kickin’ in do’

We workin’, I put different [?] 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 dealin’s

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 clothes into riches

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