Which One You Workin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Gun em, (Rahh)
Hm, gun em (Rahh)
Yuh, which one you workin'
Ya'll n*ggas out be real snaking ass
Real fishy man, I can't trust none of that sh*t man
Gang, huh gang

[Chorus]
Band, gang (Huh)
n*gga don't come round this way (Hell no)
I need some hunters but be round some gunners
If want that n*gga head it ain't nun
The BabyLife demons they cause to much ruckus
And I bring that Glock 40 out in public
Brought them Glizzy's out them boys think they run sh*t
Brought them choppas out they don't know who done it

[Chorus]
Band, gang (Huh)
n*gga don't come round this way (Hell no)
I need some hunters but be round some gunners
If want that n*gga head it ain't nun
The BabyLife demons they cause to much ruckus
And I bring that Glock 40 out in public
Brought them Glizzy's out them boys think they run sh*t
Brought them choppas out they don't know who done it
[Verse 1]
(Done it, rah hm)
Glock
n*ggas be talking that ra-ra sh*t
Rahh, hell yeah we can shoot it out n*gga
That baby ass gun look like caterpillar
I'm with some real deal young n*ggas
Catch us a n*gga we take out yo dealers
We upping the score 8 and up like the Steelers
We don't run from no n*ggas we bout that life
BabyLife vampire take his life

[Verse 2]
I'm f*cking that b*tch I can't cuff cause she trifling
Snuck in the club, how you get that knife in
Distribute drugs n*gga this that life
If he break the code pop him off on sight
We caught him traffic n*gga yelling yikes
50 rich dub pull up with them swipes (Rich down)

[Verse 3]
Huh, fell in love with the trap life
Took out the plug thats that sh*t I like
Red got me on drank, got me drinking Sprite
We call out the shots n*ggas know I'm shiesty
You ain't gon' see no nother n*gga like me
You ain't gon' see no n*gga hit no lick like me
The way I do em' it be so dirty
Ambulance get em I think he need surgery (Surgery)
[Chorus]
Band, gang (Huh)
n*gga don't come round this way (Hell no)
I need some hunters but be round some gunners
If want that n*gga head it ain't nun
The BabyLife demons they cause to much ruckus
And I bring that Glock 40 out in public
Brought them Glizzy's out them boys think they run sh*t
Brought them choppas out they don't know who done it

[Chorus]
Band, gang (Huh)
n*gga don't come round this way (Hell no)
I need some hunters but be round some gunners
If want that n*gga head it ain't nun
The BabyLife demons they cause to much ruckus
And I bring that Glock 40 out in public
Brought them Glizzy's out them boys think they run sh*t
Brought them choppas out they don't know who done it