Lowkey Damian - Workf lyrics

[Hook: Demotus] n***as don't really got work See you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye p**y n***a talking got murked Wanted 3 pounds got a 3 round burst, dam b**h n***a gon' get hurt If a n***a scared tell that n***a go to church, aye Aiming right where the feds lurk Letting off shots hit a n***a head first, dam [Verse 1: Demotus] Glock hit a b**h, hit a cop in his sh** He was riding round posted on my block tryna snitch Ops lick a dick, and my trigger finger itch Ima wet the whole scene won't stop if I miss, aye I just might use a whole clip, aye They tell me stop b**h you wish, aye I just might sauce on yo b**h, aye Might just take off with yo b**h, aye Got that 30 on my hip, aye Got that 30 let it rip, aye b**h we really with the sh**s, aye Shoot a n***a then I dip, aye Y'all just be talking sh**, I'm on a rocket ship I just rolled up a whole zip, yuh You cannot rock with my clique, aye Please hop up off the dick New n***as ringing my line I just hit that decline all these n***as just get on my nerves All of these feds on my back Ima grab me a strap And then hop in the car and then swerve Hit a b**h n***a with the tax n***a this thrax got real loud packs of the herb I don't give a f** about rap Thumbing through racks from a show Then it's back to the curb Young rad n***a on the moon b**h you got it wrong if you think that I'm a goon I just learned bunch of evil sh** from cartoons And I like to shoot sh** just to make it go boom, yuh Splitting profits while you sit and gossip If that n***a talkin then them pistols popping Only bout my paper so it's f** a hater If you really want it then my n***as got it Feel the pressure heavy turn em to spaghetti Leave a n***a messy see he wasn't ready Got my n***a luger he'll pull the ruger If you talking stupid then he'll use machetes I cannot f** with no hoe f** with my girl and that pistol got blow, aye Sipping this tech got me slow But all my money fast that's just how the sh** go, aye How I made it I don't know Can't get my tactics you know I keep that on the low f** them n***as b**h we really did it I smoke by the onion just to keep me lifted You can smell the fragrance, smellin like we made it Money keep me shaded, from the friendly faces Back then you was hatin, now you tryna say that You were f**in with me but I know you fakin Rad Kidz this Rad Kidz that you a damn b**h You can lick my sack I remember back when I ain't have no racks I came from being broke and I ain't going back, b**h [Hook: Demotus] n***as don't really got work See you in the streets still dying of the thirst, aye p**y n***a talking got murked Wanted 3 pounds got a 3 round burst, b**h