Lyrics
Drop the ball, win the 20
Drop the 24 with a Henny
Stop, drop row for the semi
On when we ready, keep the door for the fedi
Ask the Lord if I’m ready
Turn your lawn to confetti
Wing the arms at the Chevy
Palms all sweaty, hold the saw all steady
Lay low, lay low
Dancing with the Devil, I guess you win a halo
They talk but they know
That the bodies get to drop and better pray that my aim low
Pay phone ‘bout the cane, homie
Pain pills got my brain gone
From the side where the fingers pain pictures of the hateful
My enemies when I be in the corner get banged on
If you fired up then you can ride up
If it’s more you know, we got the product
Got the syrup by the droppers, 8 balls and the choppers
Perks for the papas, I can get it if you want it
In the field you ain’t even know it
Light it up, let it blow it
Fuck her mind, make the bitch pay for it
I got that work, got what you need
A hoarse lock and them keys
If you get lark from them Ds
You ain’t cop it from me
I got that work, got what you need
I move it on the low key
Everyone need to know, know me
I could plug you in to OT
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
Bitch, get that work, put the product up in that skirt
I got that work
I let you work or I put you under six feet
Work that pussy till it pays me
Mix that Sprite with the Codeine
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
Bitch, get that work, put the product up in that skirt
I got that work
Casting Cobain, put the hoes in the hoe train
Put a pussy in a pros game
Pick a hoe brain, test she bring the whole thing
We’s the winners to the cocaine
Cane, gold, gold chain
Hollow points in the skull thing
Close range, it ain’t what you will, what you gonna say
Finesse, flip the work, flirt with that tech
Get murked, no sweat
Make your bitch work for that check
Twerk with that neck
Her legs spread, her ass clapping
Them legs twitching, that back scratching
That hoes trapping, that dough flipping
Her nose tapping
I got that
I got that work, got what you need
A hoarse lock and them keys
If you get lark from them Ds
You ain’t cop it from me
I got that work, got what you need
I move it on the low key
Everyone need to know, know me
I could plug you in to OT
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
Bitch, get that work, put the product up in that skirt
I got that work
I let you work or I put you under six feet
Work that pussy till it pays me
Mix that Sprite with the Codeine
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
I got that work, I got that work
Bitch, get that work, put the product up in that skirt
I got that work