q da fool & kenny beats - work lyrics
[intro: q da fool & splurge]
six7 on the beat
yeah, geeked up
too much smoke, we want the smoke (b-tch, yeah)
all the smoke, hundred round goon
you know how we comin’ through
whoa, kenny
[verse 1: splurge]
we got the sticks, n-gg-s know that we spinnin’ (sticks)
and the beat by six7 and kenny
i’m talkin’ sh-t, n-gg- tryna be friendly
i got designer, it’s shipped from italy
catch a rap n-gg- and shoot up his bentley (bop, hrrr)
i’m in the hills where the b-tches on henny (hills)
i’m in the hills where the b-tches on pills
don’t try sh-t, b-tch, i got that glizzy, yuh (try)
stomp that boy out in balencis
just got a glock and that b-tch got a 50
aim at his top, we’ll fly to your city
still f-ck the opps, tell them n-gg-s come get me (f-ck that)
yeah, know we not doin’ no extra
i’m finna make a phone call, get the pack in
don’t try that bullsh-t ’cause we packin’
pull up with clips, we ain’t doin’ no actin’
[chorus: q da fool & splurge]
young n-gg-s rich, so we splurge
we copped a mask like we finna go purge
we make them bricks fly like a bird
where is that pack? we robbin’ them nerds
they be hittin’ my trap phone up like chirp
we just gon’ pull on your block, then skrrt
who got the work? we got the work
who got the work? we got the work
young n-gg-s rich, so we splurge
we copped a mask like we finna go purge
we make them bricks fly like a bird
where is that pack? we robbin’ them nerds
they be hittin’ my trap phone up like chirp
we just gon’ pull on your block, then skrrt
who got the work? we got the work
who got the work? we got the work
[verse 2: q da fool]
don’t p-ss me a tec ’cause that b-tch might jam
wockhardt, hi-tech, blunt stuffed four grams
beat up the block, i feed the fam
rugers and glocks, leave yo’ b-tch -ss in half
six different strands, sh-t they don’t have
rob you and your man and run off with your bands
i just got a lawyer, keep bringin’ the scams
got rich off a jugg and i’m cookin’ up bales
the judge give me time, i’ma trap in the jail
b-tch, i’m really thuggin’ for real
smoke out the pound, i went up on the pill
i got that drip, no givenchy, i’m poppin’ the seal
i don’t give a f-ck how you feel
llama road, i’m from chopperville
rest in peace phil, for bro, we gon’ drill
shoot up his car so his head on the wheel, b-tch
[chorus: q da fool & splurge]
young n-gg-s rich, so we splurge
we copped a mask like we finna go purge
we make them bricks fly like a bird
where is that pack? we robbin’ them nerds
they be hittin’ my trap phone up like chirp
we just gon’ pull on your block, then skrrt
who got the work? we got the work
who got the work? we got the work
young n-gg-s rich, so we splurge
we copped a mask like we finna go purge
we make them bricks fly like a bird
where is that pack? we robbin’ them nerds
they be hittin’ my trap phone up like chirp
we just gon’ pull on your block, then skrrt
who got the work? we got the work
who got the work? we got the work
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