Leg Work lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
(BeatGang)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Pill dust on me, n*gga, they can smell me
Ain't find sh*t, mad as hell they can't jail me
Forgot to count the 30s, f*ck around being lazy (Man)
Short me three pills, lil' n*gga tried to play me (Man)
n*gga, this ain't Cali, I need 50 for this eighthy
AR on me, water whipping like the navy
My daughter, that's my everything, my heart, that's my baby
All this pain been getting too high lately
I just came from the dead, I'm awaken
I love when that work hit the road, but hate waiting
Grind it up, you wired, looking for that easy waste
Still hustling hard, and I can sign a deal any day
I gotta go extra for my brothers in there fightin' cases
And I'ma keep busting nuts on these pretty faces (Hey, hey)
They hate on my position, you should see they faces
Me and you are not the same, we in different places

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & Sada Baby]
Elevation on the plane make my head hurt
My feet swollen, n*gga putting in that leg work
f*ck that ho later, n*gga, get that bread first
Before you stick your di*k in her, get the head first
Ayy
Your sh*t declining, you got dead work
n*gga
Boy, you a worker, that's your mans work
Feet swollen, putting in leg work (Dumbass, dumbass)
f*ck that ho later, get that bread first
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I'm off them drugs, b*tch, yeah
A whole lot, got the stove hot, you can't cook it up with cold pots
n*gga, so what?
These young n*ggas think they so tough
They don't know nothing 'til I pull with that pole busting
I got cold cuts, y'all be f*cking 'round with cold sl*ts
Make 'em hold up, they say Skuba Steve say hold up
Good .44 tuck, I'm poled up, I switch my hoes up
Don't share no clothes, naw, cash out, get them bows off
If you showing off, chopper on me get to going off
Your head, I blow it off, chopper turn beef to stroganoff
I can't hold 'em off, my young n*ggas trained to go up top
He gon' get him got, all that tough actin' gon' get him shot
Hit him with the rocks, Skuba skip the melo with the Glock
Give him 50 shots, infared looking like chicken pox
Hit him with a holo, that b*tch the size of a baby bottle
Shoot at everybody, f*ck them n*ggas, take the air up out 'em

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Elevation on the planes make my head hurt
My feet swollen, n*gga putting in that leg work
f*ck that ho later, n*gga, get that bread first
Before you stick your di*k in her, get the head first
Ayy
Your sh*t declining, you got dead work
n*gga
Boy you a worker, that's your mans work
Feet swollen, putting in leg work
f*ck that ho later, get that bread first