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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
PRE Peezy
PRE Peezy
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Shick
Glenn Shick
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan "Beez" Ball
Jonathan "Beez" Ball
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Mead
Thomas Mead
Package Design

Lyrics

[Intro]
Band—
[Instrumental]
Let the band play
[PreChorus]
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"
[Chorus]
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all
Work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these **** at all
[PostChorus]
I ran that bag up, fuck ****, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck ****, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' these ****, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
[Verse 1]
Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, Glizock that ****, 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
****, I still bring them racks out, yeah
****, I still got racks comin' in
****, 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
[PreChorus]
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"
[Chorus]
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these **** at all
I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these **** at all
[PostChorus]
I ran that bag up, fuck ****, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
[Outro]
Grr
Written by: Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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