Work - YBS Skola, Q Da Fool

Ayy Skola, what’s up, bruh?

They ain’t never wanna see niggas like us get rich, haha

Yung Lan on the track

Trauma Tone

Nah for real

My chopper got Range, like a Rover

I stay surrounded by soldiers

My diamonds they shinin', they blind 'em

I been had a bag before rhymin'

Pull up in the hood with the work

My bricks perfect, y’all still sellin' dirt

Plug got robbed for the work

Put a bitch on his line, she gon' tell him it’s only work, uh

All that hatin', it don’t work

I feel like the streets left me cursed

This rap shit don’t work

Then I’m back to sellin' work

Give her good dick, make her squirt

That’s how a nigga know the pussy work, uh

Put a bitch nigga on a shirt

All my niggas put in that work

Since Heather Jean died, I don’t trust shit

I keep the Glock-19, I’ll bust it

I got booked by a rook when I walked in a store

Swear I wish that I tucked it

Had to cut your ass off 'cause I know he a ho

And he be on that fuck shit

He was never with me posted up in that store

When I was slidin' that bucket

When Scoota died, yeah, I was hurt

And I still can’t believe that my dawg in the dirt (Up Next)

Feel like I know him since kids

I’ll never forget all the shit that we did (My nigga)

Him and Truz both died broad daylight

And that’s one of the main reasons I stay right

In the studio, me and Q Da Fool

When I travel, I go with that tool

Get caught lackin' and I’d be a fool

I was trappin' when you was in school

Hit the club with a gun in my shoe

Think I’m sweet then I’m punishin' you

Rap shit better work or it’s back to the work

I know chaps that stay right

I gotta hold that chopper with two fuckin' hands

To make sure that spray right

My chopper got Range, like a Rover

I stay surrounded by soldiers

My diamonds they shinin', they blind 'em

I been had a bag before rhymin'

Pull up in the hood with the work

My bricks perfect, y’all still sellin' dirt

Plug got robbed for the work

Put a bitch on his line, she gon' tell him it’s only work, uh

All that hatin', it don’t work

I feel like the streets left me cursed

This rap shit don’t work

Then I’m back to sellin' work

Give her good dick, make her squirt

That’s how a nigga know the pussy work, uh

Put a bitch nigga on a shirt

All my niggas put in that work

I gotta watch my back, niggas spies

Once I call in a hit I’m for sure that you dyin'

Niggas fold when I blitz, bullets go through his spine

Hit the mall with your bitch, I gave her dick, left her cryin'

I’m in the club with the stick

My lil' niggas geekin' so I wouldn’t try it

Spend a lil' bag for this 'fit

Where the fuck is the cameras?

You know I ain’t shy

I got them bricks, you can buy

I’m really one-on-one with the supply

You the man in the middle, can you step aside?

I’m with Skola, we frozen, we freezin' your eyes

If it ain’t 'bout money, can’t talk to you people

I’m draped in Gucci, my shooter wear Dior

If it ain’t about money, you know I can’t hear you

You broke with no hope, I wouldn’t want to be you

AR with a scope, I’m smilin' when you bleedin'

A trap and a killer, bitch, that make a genius

Grew up with no feelings, love, I never seen it

They say they care, but them bitches never really mean it

You soft as a bag, get a gun, I bet you never squeeze it, damn

Streets not fair, leave you in a cell, thinkin'

Don’t do it for clout, my niggas spin a bend for reasons

My chopper got Range, like a Rover

I stay surrounded by soldiers

My diamonds they shinin', they blind 'em

I been had a bag before rhymin'

Pull up in the hood with the work

My bricks perfect, y’all still sellin' dirt

Plug got robbed for the work

Put a bitch on his line, she gon' tell him it’s only work, uh

All that hatin', it don’t work

I feel like the streets left me cursed

This rap shit don’t work

Then I’m back to sellin' work

Give her good dick, make her squirt

That’s how a nigga know the pussy work, uh

Put a bitch nigga on a shirt

All my niggas put in that work