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• Artiste: Q Da Fool
• Titre: Work
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Six7 on the beat Yeah, geeked up Too much smoke, we want the smoke (Bitch, yeah) All the smoke, hundred round goon You know how we comin' through Whoa, Kenny We got the sticks, niggas know that we spinnin' (Sticks) And the beat by Six7 and Kenny I'm taking shit, nigga tryna be friendly (Take that) I got designer, it's shipped from Italy Catch a rap nigga and shoot up his Bentley (Bop, hrrr) I'm in the Hills where the bitches on Henny (Hills) I'm in the Hills where the bitches on pills Don't try shit, bitch, I got that glizzy, yuh (Try) Stomp that boy out in Balencis Just got a Glock and that bitch got a 50 Aim at his top, we'll fly to your city Still fuck the opps, tell them niggas come get me (Fuck that) Yeah, know we not doin' no extra I'm finna make a phone call, get the pack in Don't try that bullshit 'cause we packin' Pull up with clips, we ain't doin' no actin' Young niggas rich, so we splurge We copped a mask like we finna go purge We make them bricks fly like a bird Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt Who got the work? We got the work Who got the work? We got the work Young niggas rich, so we splurge We copped a mask like we finna go purge We make them bricks fly like a bird Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt Who got the work? We got the work Who got the work? We got the work Don't pass me a TEC 'cause that bitch might jam Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, blunt stuffed four grams Beat up the block, I feed the fam Rugers and Glocks, leave yo' bitch ass in half Six different strands, shit they don't have Rob you and your man and run off with your bands I just got a load, it keep breaking the scale Got rich off of drawin', I'm cookin' up bales The judge give me time, I'ma trap in the jail Bitch, I'm really thuggin' for real Smoke out the pound, I went up on the pill I got that drip, no Givenchy, I'm poppin' the seal I don't give a fuck how you feel Largo Road, I'm from Chopperville Rest in peace Phil, for bro, we gon' drill Shoot up his car so his head on the wheel, bitch Young niggas rich, so we splurge We copped a mask like we finna go purge We make them bricks fly like a bird Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt Who got the work? We got the work Who got the work? We got the work Young niggas rich, so we splurge We copped a mask like we finna go purge We make them bricks fly like a bird Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt Who got the work? We got the work Who got the work? We got the work