Chinza//Fly - WORK (ASAP FERG WORK REMIX) lyrics

[Intro] Hahahahaha G sh**! Nah, really tho! For street n***as, my gang n***as Uh, uh, uh, uh! [Verse 1] A lot of n***as die, due to these streets f** n***as lie, all through these beats I need that GT Maserati wit the bu*ter seats So be it bu*ter, broc, or skittles b**h I gotta eat Made money off the birds ALFRED HITCHco*k! Pigeons, chickens, turkeys, parrots, sparrows, peaco*ks Got fish scale too, call it Cream lox We know that cat a p**y, if he don't f** wit D-Block! [Bridge] Steal a n***a purse Put em in a hearse n***as think that I'm coochie, check my credentials first Been puttin' in work Get money like church They call me sweet when they wanna eat me for dessert! [Verse 2] A lotta n***as die, due to the homies Don't let the f*ggotry fool you f**boy you do not know me RAHRAH GABOR Ganja galore I can turn your baby father into a sodomore My n***as on them ercs Puttin in that twerk Just let the jooks go as planned and sh** won't get berserk Pretty but gangsta queer OMAR LITTLE Keep a b**h to stash my work inside her precious middle Them n***as poppin' off? We got that precious metal Real steel, no dream works, no motion picture Dutch Master and bong boss And I don't usually f** with white boys like law enforcement Who got that work? RAHRAH got work Bands'll make me dance, but a couple racks might make me twerk Been putting in work Just finished college n***a Wordsmith, I rap doobies around these garbage n***as Peace, peace, to the Gods Peace to the Earths Rahrah Gabor, they want more, they know who got that work