Gimme That Work

Got that tip from my homies and you got them pies

All my **** Gucci so they down to ride

Left my mask at home

We don't do disguise

Got a four fifth on my side in case they wanna try

(Ahh)

Pull up and skrrt (Whoa)

Grippin' the stick while I turn (Yeah)

Smokin', I'm calmin' my nerves (Whoa)

Kickin' the door and I'm goin' in first (Yeah)

Family see me, they goin' berserk (Ah ah)

Like give me the bag and nobody get hurt

Gimme that work, hey

Gi-gi-gimme that work

Gimme that work, nuh

'Bout to gimme that work, hey, woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work, yuh

'Bout to gimme that work, hey

Gimme that work

Trust now, you know I'm up now

She see me with a bag, she wanna fuck now

They see me with an Aud', they wanna know how

Rollin' off a Addy, I can't slow down (Uh, uh, woo)

I roped a bitch for the night

I might just give her the pipe

I might just

I might just dip in it twice, I might just speak of a spice (Yeah, yeah)

She did it back to the kitchen

Whippin' and cheffin' that white (Whip it, whip)

Told her to pass me the scale, answer the phone

And gimme that work, hey, woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work

Gimme that work, nuh

'Bout to gimme that work, hey, woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work

'Bout to gimme that work, hey

Gimme that work, hey

Woo, woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work

Gimme that work, yuh

'Bout to gimme that work, hey, woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work, yuh

Fuck with my money, somebody get murked

Gimme that work

Said, said, hey

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, hey

Say, say, hey

Hey

Gimme that work, hey

Woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work

Gimme that work, nuh

'Bout to gimme that work, hey, woo!

Gi-gi-gimme that work

'Bout to gimme that work, hey

Gimme that work, hey

Gimme that work

Gimme that work, yuh

'Bout to gimme that work, hey

Yeah, gimme that work

Yeah, 'bout to gimme that work

Gimme that work

Trust now, you know I'm up now

She see me with a bag, she wanna fuck now

They see me with an Aud', they wanna know how

Rollin' off a Addy, I can't slow down

I'm 'bout the fuckin' bags, my ****

They're too big to made it true, my ****

Now I'm flyin' private jets with a crew, my ****

Where the fuck were you?

The fuck were you?

When the judge gave me 30 years, nine months

Where the fuck were you?

When my pops was in the court room

And shot

Where were you when I was down below?

Yo, I got convicted of somethin' I ain't even fuckin' do, my ****

Fuck

We don't do to the long talkin', eh

We just get straight to the barkin'

So over your t'ing