OTF Nunu - Work (Freestyle) lyrics

Lost a couple real n***as to these streets And all my savages turnt, ain't no Hoeing me (Savage) I'ma take'em down (Raaah) b**h we playin' for keeps (Let's Get it) And I f**ed yo b**h (Squaad), and only took a week Real sh** though, she a eater though (Eater), f** a opp, OTF that's the motto (f**'em) Never met a b**h, the Engle (Squad) Say I talk fast, that's my lingo (S' get'It) But I'ma slow it down Lean got me stump (Pour up) I can't wife a b**h (Nuuh), I just wanna f** She gave me head slow then f** bruh (Yeah) Had to switch it up, the Squad ho (Gaang) I'm a real n***a, can't never fraud (Let's get it) I'ma take a bag, gettin hella dope (Bag) n***as hate my squad (Hater), they want us dead (Naah) All my n***as color blind all they see is red (Blood) Real n***a sh**, that chopper spit (Raaaaaah) Red tape, man down, somebody hit Can't run bullets caught'em we clap sh** (Let's get it) No shells, that's blood, yeah savage sh** (Raah) I just bought a Range, rims match my paint (Skurrrr) Now these n***as mad, look at their face! (They mad) Spend hella cake, drink Remy straight Erase, switch lanes, that's straight A (Skuur) Louis Store, Turnt up, Blue Tape K (Racks) Catch'em lackin, real sh**, the K spray (Raaaah) I got twin Glocks (Let's Get It), call'em Mike and Ike (Bang) And if he close his eyes, pistols see that light Now put in work, b**h put in work (Let's Get it) Heard you pillow talkin', now you on the shirt (Bang) That gun small, that clip long 22 plus 8, that's three O (.30) Shout out Faceword, that's 8 though Shout out 6hunna, that's Rondo (Let's Get It) Rest in Peace L'A, that's Lil bro (Squaaad) Money Gang, J-Money, my big bro (O'Block) Savage sh**, OTF, how we roll (Savage) Dogpound BJ band he blow (Raaah) Now turn up n***a, turn up n***a, turn up n***a I'm a one of one You a phonny n***a (Fake) Bullets to his a** no double man Impala SS with the windows tint (Skuur) Shots fired, no tellers, who did that sh**? (Bang) Nightime, all black, no witnesses (Nah) Red beams on your face, ain't missing sh** Strapped up, 450 my Prada kicks (Swag) Vice stones 30k thats on my wrist Go crazy, they'll shoot till you hear click (Raah) Now k**'em n***a, I'm drillin' n***a Crib like a mob, cost 'bout 7 figures (Mills) f** with me, you know I got it, you know I got it My n***as savage, you know they 'bout it Squad