Work lyrics

Im gon belly rip a muthaf*cking faggot and why these b*tches hating like they want that static
My n*gga f*cked yo b*tch that sh*t is hella tragic I can’t fw nun you musty pus*y maggots I ain’t from Orlando but I got the magic brother packing tools like inspector gadget me and kilo on that sh*t like clank and ratchet it’s about to get ugly ain’t no beauty pageant I’m taking n*ggas souls pot full of gold doing what I want y doing what u told I’m whipping whipping cooking in the kitchen if a n*gga talking ima catch I’m slipping ima put em to sleep Putting in overtime every f*cking week a n*gga really tired I wanna live sweet tired of Raymond noodles every other week I hopped in the field like some new belly cleats you got thе codes but I got the cheats Im gеttinlg paid to disturb all these beats this is what happens when a hurricane and tornado meet im the son of rage and I’m bout blow like a 12 gage this the new age this a revelation you now see a young king in the making throne is open it is mine for the taking im making sh*t happen now these n*ggas show love instead of hating

Where was y’all when I put in work
You wasn’t with me man that sh*t is sad
Overtime on my bday gave everything i f*cking had
Shirt that was sitting on my back
When I called you didn’t call back
Now I’m winning and you peep that
f*ck that where was you at