Workin' (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

Ghetto boy shit ****..

Mhm

What you doin bro

You said you workin'

All right

Me too ****,

Tell these folks how we, alright...

Yea.. ghetto boy shit ****

Aye,

One bow cost the boy 10 thousand,

Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'

They tryna bite my style,

Tryna be me but I doubt it

Open up the bag you can really smell the power,

I'm workin'

I don't get paid by the hour,

She worthless

If she don't gimme brain within a hour,

I'm hurtin'

If I don't make a G by the night,

I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right

Okay

Aye, I gotta get it right,

37 thousand on me pros, I might trick tonight

Got a Chaldean, I get bows for a pretty price

VVS diamonds, F-Color, I got different ice

Two G's, one flip when I'm sellin' Za's,

I got .223s, fork knits, and even land mines

Fuck around and set some shit ablaze when FN fire,

Last **** tried Da Yung OG got shot 10 times,

Bitch I'm workin'

I been sippin' wocky straight today, so I'm swervin'

If you see me in the hood then I was prolly servin'

You came in the way when I sprayed, this a 30

Scratchin' like I'm dirty but I'm not bae, that's a perky

I'm a dope head, I been drinkin' lean since Thursday

Wocky got me noddin'

That's just showin' me it's workin,

**** ran off wit a zip

Was it worth it

Prolly not cause Ima get him dropped, I ain't gon' worry

One bow cost the boy 10 thousand,

Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'

They tryna bite my style,

Tryna be me but I doubt it

Open up the bag you can really smell the power,

I'm workin'

I don't get paid by the hour,

She worthless

If she don't gimme brain within a hour,

I'm hurtin'

If I don't make a G by the night,

I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right

Spent a bag on Rodeo, already like how my day goin'

I'm finna hit the Cookies store, I'm posted up on Melrose

Swear to god they all mad cause I sell dope

Smokin' Cannatique, a piece of weed went in my damn throat

Swear to god that shit it make me wanna throw up

I was broke, but now I glo'd up

I just bought a bag of runtz, now ima fuckin pro up

And all the money in the world is what I'm chasin' after,

We was runnin' from them jakes I had to shake the captain,

M3 performance Tesla wit the autopilot, I had to mash out

I damn near blew that dash out, I stole yo bitch

And I skr8 blew her back out,

Backpack Boys tiramisu, smokin' a wood

On my way to Malibu, now I'm on the ocean, eatin' wagyu at Nobu

And he beggin' for a front my baby don't nobody know you

One bow cost the boy 10 thousand,

Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'

They tryna bite my style,

Tryna be me but I doubt it

Open up the bag you can really smell the power,

I'm workin'

I don't get paid by the hour,

She worthless

If she don't gimme brain within a hour,

I'm hurtin'

If I don't make a G by the night,

I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right