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z (of firing squad) - workin' lyrics

[intro: z]
this hustle sh+t’s what i know
flipping

[chorus: z]
homie i got 25 grams left
or they connect like 65 grams worth
f+ck, it’s time to get it back to work then
got the pistol on my hip like a cell chirp
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
pistol on my hip like a cell chirp
[verse 1: z]
f+ck it i got 25 grams left
time to get greedy with these weed sacks
get a point, 1+5 for the white b+tch
for 25 bags you gon’ need that
somebody get to tripping like they skipped out sh+t
f+cker
talking like the five i wanna look out
duck ‘еm
stomping in my blood to push your goods out
pluck ’em
all my people lovе it when the hoods out
hustle
anybody want it i’ll be there in like a instant
fingers snap, quickness
karma to me flip sh+t
sell a motherf+cker bag of ice in a blizzard
while he naked on his porch throwing brights on the p+sser
f+ck it i’ll push anywhere
z i’m too with dizzles popping
molly in that bright white, everything but crystal
momma know i’m living bad, but all of us need money still
so i’mma keep on stacking, if you need me homie whistle
holla
house built in like a trap spot
trynna change
flipping gs when my b+tch give a lot of brains
no freeze, i don’t chill when that fire range
small suckers i don’t care what their wife say
[chorus: z]
homie i got 25 grams left
or they connect like 65 grams worth
f+ck, it’s time to get it back to work then
got the pistol on my hip like a cell chirp
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
getting back to workin’
flipping
getting back to workin’
pistol on my hip like a cell chirp

[verse 2: z]
homie i got 25 grams left
the sh+t that i can make you won’t believe that
after i re+up i got grams left
but that’s the sh+t i like, i wanna see that hustling
i don’t ride around since i was little in a bucket
all the homies talking ounces, instrumentals always slumping
half the fighters working over time like they was hustling
so i grew up on the music with a zipper in my luggage
momma blew on mary jane until the grams are dusting
so i trusted in the market when their brought up in discussion
now i’m pushing doubles like i’m luda when they clubbing
and my vocals uppercutting like they debo while he buzzing
momma don’ read the palm
but i’m packing a pistol because they busting
trynna jack me for my baggers
and they dodge ’em when they concussion
stopping him abruptly
there’s no ducking what i’m hustling
cause i’m all up in they face with discussion they ain’t touching
hit me on my cell to get
i’ll be there in a flash
but you better have my cash or i’m calling a disruption
money, yes i love it cause my kids don’t grow on nothing
so give me all my cheese or i’ll bury you where the mud is
[bridge: z]
homie i got 25 grams left
f+ck, it’s time to get it back to work then
homie i got 25 grams left
they don’t wanna see me go berserk man
homie i got 25 grams left
f+ck, it’s time to get it back to work then
homie i got 25 grams left
they don’t wanna see me go berserk man
brain

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