Leg Work lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Pill dust on me, n*gga they can smell me
Ain't find sh*t
Mad as hell, they can't jail me
Forgot to count the 30s, f*ck around being lazy
Shorten me three pills, little n*gga tried to play me
n*gga this ain't Cali, I need 50 for this eightphy
AR on me, water whipping like the navy
My daughter that's my everything
My heart, that's my baby
All this pain, been getting to high lately
I just came from the dead, I'm awaken
I love when that work hit the road, but I hate waiting
Grind it up, you wired, looking for that easy waste
Still hustling hard, and I can sign a deal any day
I gotta go extra for my brothers in the fight cases
And I'm a keep busting nuts on these pretty faces
They hate on my position, you should see they faces
Me and you are not the same, we in different places

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Elevations on the plane, make my head hurt
My feet swollen, n*gga putting in that leg work
f*ck that hoe later, n*gga get that bread first
Before you stick your di*k in her, get the head first
Aye
Yo sh*t declining, you got dead work
n*gga
Boy you a worker, that's your mans work
Feet swollen, putting in leg work
f*ck that hoe later, get that bread first
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I'm off them drugs b*tch
Yeah
A whole lot, got the stove hot, you can't kook it up with kold pots
n*gga so what
These young n*ggas think they so tough
They don't no nothing, till I pull with the pole busting
I got kold kuts, yall be f*cking round with kold sl*ts
Make em hold up, they say Skuba Steve say hold up
Good .44 tuck
I'm poled up
I switch my hoes up
Don't share no clothes, Naw
Kash out
Get them bows off
If you showing off
Choppas on me, get the going off
Yo head, I blow it off
Choppa turn beef to stroganoff
Can't hold them off
My young n*ggas tryna go up top
He gone get him got
That tough act gone get him shot
Hit him with the rocks
Skuba skip the melo with the Glock
Give him 50 shots
Infared looking like chicken pox
Hit him with the holo
That b*tch ass just like a baby bottle
Shoot at everybody
f*ck them n*ggas
Take the air bottle
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Elevations on the plane, make my head hurt
My feet swollen, n*gga putting in that leg work
f*ck that hoe later, n*gga get that bread first
Before you stick your di*k in her, get the head first
Aye
Yo sh*t declining, you got dead work
n*gga
Boy you a worker, that's your mans work
Feet swollen, putting in leg work
f*ck that hoe later, get that bread first