Kodak Black - We Working lyrics

[Intro] You getcho’ lil cressy on this You getcho’ credit for (Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice) [Verse] These ni**as 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 sh*t, 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 [?] Think I know everything, that’s why I don’t respect my elders Evеry time I try to leave thе hood that be my downfall It be feelin’ like I can never make it far without y’all I love my ni**as 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 b*tch 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 ni**a sittin’, cause somebody switchin’ We tryna’ get the witness to switch the story up Tell the b*tch 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 the [?] fu*k ni**a, 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 ni**as feel me He say I’m a b*tch, but he know different How the fu*k I got six fu*kin’ killin’s I be tryna keep my bullsh*t out my lyrics Yeah, ni**as 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 [Outro] I mean rags to riches, yeah I like Spanish b*tches, uh Pull up, Jags and Bentleys Bag and tag these ni**as I got [?], uh Bussin’ checks, [?] I’m sellin’ death, they know that Once you left, more success