Work lyrics

[Intro]
In case y'all haven't noticed
We're something to...nothing to something experts
Time and time again
It's our forte
Like this here
Joe Moses

[Verse 1]
Ain't no pus*y good enough for me to go raw
Unless Rihanna titties out with a thong on
She could f*ck Drake, Chris and Meek Mills
I tell her give me the pus*y after you done with them
I get a b*tch pregnant then I'm going ham n*gga
And if a n*gga won't beef we going ham n*gga
On my St. Louis sh*t we going ram n*gga
And with the rock I dip like cam n*gga
187 I'm a motherf*cking drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't love n*ggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
And my drop top looking like MacGyver
I make my baby mama do all my driving
I'm a ratchet so my son just like me
Get off the pill and I might get high fe
[Hook]
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n*ggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work n*gga (x6)

[Verse 2]
I'm in the spot feeling just like a smoker
My n*gga Mace nicknamed himself Coca
Him and puchi go hard for the chocha
J Imagine in my mind
See these hoes ain't sh*t and I'm the same
f*ck a b*tch me and studs we're the same
I'm a blood like my n*gga Lil Wayne
I'm a blood like f*ck it I bang
Get off 99 ways 9 different place
9 times out of 10 all these n*ggas fake
9 ratchets got more than just 9 lives
And with that 9 I can make 9 mama's cry
187 to my motherf*cking enemies
f*ck a snitch and a motherf*cking witness
Make a b*tch get rid like real fast
You look back like daddy, sh*t I got eyes

[Hook]
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n*ggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work n*gga (x6)
[Verse 3]
9/11 insides with the blue roof
Feel my n*gga booze up, that's my blue roof
Remember back then when I didn't have sh*t
Me and my n*ggas stick together like ass cheeks
f*ck a yee and a buster I don't need that
Got a DM like n*gga I need that
Give her long di*k and tell her what's the feedback
Too many eyes and you circle where the G's at
Where the P's at, where the B's at
And if you're crippled certified where the C's at?
Where the V's at, where the tree's at
Where whoops up are just the master meeze at
187 tell that pus*y I overkilled
Lil pretty, lil b*tch had to overhear
Like a pus*y name clip of the same sh*t
She got some wet lick n*gga cause I can't quit

[Hook]
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n*ggas
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work n*gga (x6)