Tierra Whack - Unemployed lyrics

I must be a criminal Keep your talkin’ minimal ‘Cause most of it’s subliminal And it’ll put you in a critical Used to be invisible Never refer to me as mythical Sippin’ on Mastika, yeah, I sip it slow Not on my level, not on your tippy-toes Walk in the bank and I yell, “Gimme those” Hot as a stove, yeah, I’m wearin’ Fenty clothes I’m want my spot, yeah, look at Wendy nose My n***as eatin’, they gettin’ minerals If you throw shots, then you know my men’ll roll Up on your block, now you lookin’ pitiful Tinted the windows, I need a minute, yo I’ll leave your missus all mad and miserable (Go) You picked the wrong time to pick a fight Your b***h a dyke, she think she a’ight You sippin’ on a drink that’s spiked Enough for you to say good night For the rest of your life I know your sons won’t miss you I did a favor for them n***as Took a loss to a winner Rick Ross, you been dinner You ain’t fly, I make your wings stop I’m real as f**k and your ring’s not Fresh as hell like a king’s socks Your real car is a slingshot Don’t need a gun, I use a slingshot If I was a beverage You would have to drink hot Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new (Yo, yo) Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new (Go) Havin’ flashbacks, where yo’ past at? Where the cash at? Ayo, pa** that I will stab backs just for bags, racks Front on me and I’ll punch yo’ a*s flat Are you okay? Please don’t ask that I don’t act black, got a fat cat You a rat-rat, ratatata Tattoos, but you can’t see ’em Ice cold, yeah, I’m goin’ skiin’ I get around at the coliseum Used to roam around with no pot to pee in I was pissed off Get away with murder like Kristof You get criss-crossed in the big loft I’m a big boss So much sauce, I drip broth The wait is over, I’m takin’ over You overweight, you ate a soda I’m super sober, you doin’ coke Coca-Cola Ahead of you, like a closure When Troy died, I had to find some closure Don’t push me, b***h, I am not a stroller Pop off a n***a like bread in toaster Double D-cup, you should use a coaster The mornin’ post, I need a deli kosher So I shop it over, blue faces And I call ’em Grovers Better peak at Rover, I’m that odor Wanna be like me when I get older Taught the guy, then he came over Taught the guy, then he came over Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new (Yo, yo) Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new Got a job I gotta do I get down and dirty, too What it is? What it do? Same s**t, nothin’ new