WORK IT (REMIX) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Ayy, Scheme, you killed it

[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Yuh, geeked up, I think I'm feelin' that b*tch
Fake kickin', we ain't into that sh*t
Send the addy, we gon' spin on that sh*t
Cold bliss on the b*tch, put an end to that sh*t

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Uh, Beyblade, I slide on a b*tch
Futurama fast with how I'm fried on a b*tch
Pinocchio, I lied on the b*tch
That's the reason why the wood wide on the b*tch, huh

[Verse 3: Danny Towers]
My b*tch go both ways, she cross-eyed in the b*tch
The position we f*ckin' is lopside like a tit
Hate it or love it, I'm gon' ride with the blick
Out of space like I'm Morty, the moon boots, my Rick

[Verse 4: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Woulda thought I was with Space Force how I knew about a lick
f*ck with my slimes and we meet at night like Nick
Hit the block, now we bend the corner like analog stick
Said she down to revive and I slid that b*tch a medkit
[Verse 5: Danny Towers]
Trust a b*tch, silly me, RPG
Choke-slam her like I'm RVD
She put molly on her tongue, geek, geek
Her special move shakin' ass like she Rikishi

[Verse 6: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Bangin' out west, pistol poppin' like I'm McCree, yeah
I am in your hood while a n*gga is sippin' tea, yeah
Got forbidden wisdom, Adam in they fruit tree
Popped an animal, like sniff, goin' bat-sh*tty
Oh me? Oh my
These n*ggas chicken more than a f*ckin' Popeye
Pull up in Porsche, headlights resemble frog eye
What is the source? Harry Potter all-seeing eye, huh
Super Saiyan energy, I'm fried
Kunta Kinte kickin', African, Muay Thai

[Verse 7: Danny Towers]
Uh-huh, f*cked that Alabama b*tch rockin' VETEMENTS
Pink molly, that be boostin' my adrenaline
Grease the ho and give her back 'cause I'm a gentleman
And when I'm bustin' from the back, it look like gelatin
In that rental, only got on what I been through
I'm on a Tesla but I feel like I popped a Senzu
Like, like, like, nah, for real, like
Like, I'ma up it if he comin' on that f*ck sh*t
I put a hundred up, they got me on that dumb sh*t
7:30, war ready, b*tch, we hunt sh*t
This that catch a lack, I throw his body in the trunk sh*t
Swervin' in that big body, I done rode it down
Jump four block, .40 on my other hand
New drip I got on came from Summerland
But this dope in my pocket from the motherland