Work (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Squad
Straight off the plane
RIP to the fallen man
Dropping the flame
Savage sh*t
[?] hoo hoo hoo hoo
Let's get it

[Verse]
Lost a couple real n*ggas to these streets
And all my savages turnt, ain't no hoe in me (Savage)
I'ma take 'em down (Rrraah)
b*tch we playin' for keeps (Let's Get it)
And I f*cked yo b*tch (Squad), it only took a week
Real sh*t though, she a eater though (Eater), f*ck the opps, OTF that's the motto (f*ck 'em)
Never met a b*tch, that ain't go (Squad)
See I talk fast, that's my lingo (S' get'It)
But I'ma slow it down
Lean got me stuck (Pour up)
I can't wife a b*tch (Nuh), I just wanna f*ck
She gave me head slow then f*ck bro (Yeah)
Had to switch it up, that Squad ho (Gang)
I'm a real n*gga, can't never fold (Let's get it)
I'ma take a bag, gettin hella dope (Bag)
n*ggas hate my squad (Hater), they want us dead (Nah)
All my n*ggas color blind, all they see is red (Blood)
Real n*gga sh*t, that chopper spit (Rrrraah)
Red tape, man down, somebody hit
Can't run, bullets caught'em we clap sh*t (Let's get it)
No shells, that's blood, that savage sh*t (Rrrraah)
I just bought a Range, rims match my paint (Skurrrr)
Now these n*ggas mad, look at they 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*t, that K spray (Rraaah)
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 (Put in work), b*tch put in work (Let's Get it)
Heard you pillow talk (Nah), now you on the shirt (Bang)
That gun small, that clip long
22 plus 8, that's three O (.30)
Shout out Face World, that's 8 though
Shout out 6hunna, that's Rondo (Let's Get It)
Rest in Peace L'A, that's Lil bro (Squad)
Money Gang, J-Money, my big bro (O'Block)
Savage sh*t, OTF, how we roll (Savage)
Dogpound, BJ band he blow (Rraah)
Now turn up n*gga, turn up n*gga, turn up n*gga
I'm a one of one
You a phony n*gga (Fake)
Bullets to his ass, no double man
Impala SS with the windows tint (Skuur)
Shots fired, no tellers, who did that sh*t? (Bang)
Nightime, all black, no witnesses (Nah)
Red beams on your face, ain't missing sh*t
Strapped up, 450 my Prada kicks (Swag)
Vice stones, 30k, that's on my wrist
Go crazy, they'll shoot till you hear click (Rraaah)
Now kill 'em n*gga, I'm drillin' n*gga
Crib like a mall, cost 'bout 7 figures (Mills)
f*ck with me, you know I got it, you know I got it
My n*ggas savage, you know they 'bout it
Squad