Lil Flash - No Office lyrics

[Hook] I'm always workin' You always swervin' me I'm on my turf b**h You actin' nervously You tried to change my mind, but ain't no turnin' me I turn up onto your block like i'm Master Percy-P They twitter talkin' twitter beefin' that ain't hurting me You want to woof on the internet but one day we gone meet And i'm off lean lean But we ain't lacking I'm flying on a magic carpet, I feel like a Latin [Verse 1] I'm Lil Flash, living legend I know you smell me And that strong in Tweak with the Gang you is a dead man Its Monday, and I don't know where i'm at Now Its Wednesday, where'd the last day go I was off the Xans I'm in a freight truck, whenever I pull up you getting smashed Thank God it's Friday, i'm turnt up off them Flats Live everyday like the weekend Pop me a bottle, get off the sh**s All white for the season, this summer is ours we in this b**h I'm in this b**h like i'm in her clit Tech poppin' out my shirt and it look like a tit I be on some tweaking sh** Put your whole family on CBS [Pre-Hook 1] I be blowing that good dope, they can't even breathe off it He thought that he was on, until I pulled up and offed him You dead to me you in a coffin, all that hatin' hatin' often Oftenly and honestly i'm always working with no office [Hook] [Verse 2] Gotta get it on your own there ain't no hand outs, no pa** outs Give a opp a Xan watch him pa** out then he lack now You in a well and I don't know what you sellin, I don't know what you ringin' bells If it was loud I would hear a sound and I don't hear nothing very loud Better move around, 100 rounds is coming around better move yo house They took my bros up out this sh** so imma hunt you down like a blood hound Foreign thots got some mixed b**hes and they rocking mixed designer Don't get mixed up with this bullsh** cause they'll treat ya just like hirens All the paper was on the floor so I told that b**h pick it up and file it I was ridin' in a foreign and got pulled over, told my b**h take my pills and hid 'em [Pre-Hook 2] Im just trying to get to the dope, hustlin', gridin' ain't do college Answer the door with the pole, who that is imma smoke him like chronic You dead to me you in a coffin, all that hatin' hatin' often Oftenly and honestly i'm always working with no office [Hook]