| Band |
| Let the BandPlay |
| Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup |
| Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert |
| I get it in like the first and the third |
| This shit I got on, it came out the dirt |
| All of this money, I feel like I’m cursed |
| I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt |
| I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt |
| His voice in my head keep on tellin' me «Work» |
| Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off |
| Can’t work with all these bitches |
| Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off |
| Ain’t trustin' none of these niggas |
| Yeah, I ran that a bag up, fuck nigga back off |
| Still tryna take all my opps head off |
| Still killin' this shit, my bad y’all |
| Diamonds on, you ain’t Glock, you a bad dog |
| Yeah, I ran that a bag up, fuck nigga back off |
| Still tryna take all my opps head off |
| Still killin' these niggas, my bad y’all |
| Diamonds on, you ain’t Glock, you a bad dog |
| Hellcat, the Range, go with no track out |
| Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out |
| Yeah, just like that nigga, hands down |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Tryna blow this lil' bitch back out, yeah |
| I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah |
| I been in the cut, but I’m back now, uh |
| Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah |
| Nigga, I still got racks comin' in |
| Nigga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah |
| Don’t judge me, bitch, that’s how I is |
| Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French |
| I’m in uh, France right now |
| I’m-, yeah |
| Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup |
| Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert |
| I get it in like the first and the third |
| This shit I got on, it came out the dirt |
| All of this money, I feel like I’m cursed |
| I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt |
| I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt |
| His voice in my head keep on tellin' me «Work» |
| Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off |
| Can’t work with all these bitches |
| Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off |
| Ain’t trustin' none of these niggas |
| Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off |
| Can’t work with all these bitches |
| Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off |
| Ain’t trustin' none of these niggas |
| Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga back off |
| Still tryna take all my opps head off |
| Still killin' this shit, my bad y’all |
| Diamonds on, you ain’t Glock, you a bad dog |