Swaww - Put in Work lyrics

I ain’t f*ck with people who f*ck with people that I ain’t f*ck with He said he was a shoota, he ain’t even shootin’ buckets I was sixteen, Brittany, working at CV’s Stocking navy beans, and I’m fu*kin’ all the employees New Jeep Liberty, boy I was a motherfu*kin’ fein Too much lean, clocking in, on a motherfu*kin’ bean Black eyed peas, collard greens F*ck the FSPD F*ck you mean I’m on the scene, I’m a fu*kin’ murder it Get them riches, trap in ditches Leave that muhfu*ker with stitches I don’t care, I didn’t ask, plus you have no bad b*tches All my dogs, my aye yo Chris’ (?) My Key Gwaps (?) and all my listeners And my baby, love my girly, she my world She loves me when I’m wearing Hurley That’s my boo, that’s my bae Don’t know how I managed her league Back in seventh grade, I was victim to quite a few swirlies I was a loser, I was a virgin, sh*t, I wasn’t even learning F*ck was I at school? Guess I wanted people to start searching Up my name, and my SoundCloud When’s Madonna gonna shout my sound out? I’ve been losing all my life, but as of lately I’ve been winning I got money now, it’s funny how that seems to make a difference And these people didn’t f*ck with me expecting sh*t for Christmas Stuffed their stocking with a Glock, this ain’t no fu*kin’ Christmas dinner We aren’t homies, we won’t never will, my exes can all go to hell Heaven seems to be right here God’s the judge, he knows you guilty You f*ck with people F*ck with people I don’t f*ck with Hit a on one of your bros, he throwing mad fits Baby girl be like some shaving cream, thick and rich I don’t f*ck with the people that you f*ck with Brand new phone, who’s this calling me? I’m in my b*tch’s kitchen Scrubbing off the caviar on my gold antique China dishes Gucci sweat on my chest, got Captain Morgan in my britches I wake up and I get hammered Yes, I’m really fu*kin’ living I’m really fu*kin’ living I put in the work and the work keeps giving I put in the work and the work keeps giving The work keeps giving, aye