Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im Workin, artist - Giggs. Album song Now Or Never, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO BS
Song language: English
Im Workin |
Yeah |
Yeah |
Listen |
Yeah, so alone |
Break a window when you throw a stone |
Dogs roam when you throw a bone |
I’m different, boss flow with a lower tone |
Yeah, they wishing me |
Wishing me bad, dissing me |
Say I’m diss and I’m dat, sick of me |
But I just look in the bag and it tickles me |
Yeah, just laugh at 'em |
Yeah, nigga, this is our pattern |
Dance while we’re throwing darts at 'em |
Our planet, this is our Saturn |
Goddamn I’m a GOAT |
I’ll be damned if I do and I’ll be damned if I don’t |
Banged up a yute then got a gram of the smoke |
Hollow handles the booth and wash his hands with soap |
How I’m tryna prove myself again? |
I’ve shown both my hands and nothing left |
And I’ve been running miles trying to please them |
Instead I’m doing miles in this new whip |
People want to say that I’ve been lurking |
You talk your shit online but not in person |
The only time I hide behind a curtain |
Is when I’m on the stage because I’m working |
I’ll be damned if I do |
And I’ll be damned if I care or even try and care to |
The snakes giving out the biggest hugs, I’m poisonous too |
I’ll choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo |
Writing captions not hits, ah, that’s all that you do |
It’s eye for an eye, I swear to God I thought that you knew |
This last supper had me hanging out with Judas and crew |
At least they said the thank you’s when I paid for the bill |
Yeah, so advanced |
There’s less chance when you swim with sharks |
The best part’s when I’m in a trance |
Blowing sess plants while I’m in the bath |
And my blessed heart’s always in the art |
They’re just assholes and in your ass |
I just can’t get that out my head |
Yeah, I just can’t put that in the past |
Levelling |
The nigga’s a snake, severed him |
The biggest debate, over melanin |
Yeah, that nigga’s a bitch, feminine |
You really slackers |
First they backin' niggas then attack us |
Feds just pull us over then harass us |
First they lure us and then they trap us |
Wanna ruin man and then they rap us |
What you doing fam? |
You moving crackers |
Niggas tired and they moving knackered |
Yeah, I’m tired, absolutely shattered |
Yeah, yeah, I pick up the fibs |
Niggas lying but I don’t wanna fist up their ribs |
Yeah, I’m flying out, I just wanna pick up the jibs |
Quickly flying back 'cause I gotta pick up the kids |
Talking old school, dem man used to stick up the cribs |
Gunshot, talking 'bout a fist up with Giggs |
Early when man used to diss up the pigs |
Niggas babies and they need to pick up the bibs |
Send me for your talks |
Where’s the contract? |
Penny for your thoughts |
Lemme do my dance, yeah, you ain’t got any sauce |
Goddamn, I’ma run it |
I’ll be damned if I don’t and I’ll be damned when I done it |
Strangle the yute and quickly banged in the stomach |
Got the mandem with me and they’re the maddest and dumbest |
How I’m tryna prove myself again? |
I’ve shown both my hands and nothing left |
And I’ve been running miles trying to please them |
Instead I’m doing miles in this new whip |
People want to say that I’ve been lurking |
You talk your shit online but not in person |
The only time I hide behind a curtain |
Is when I’m on the stage because I’m working |
I’ll be damned if I do |
And I’ll be damned if I care or even try and care to |
The snakes giving out the biggest hugs, I’m poisonous too |
I’ll choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo |
Writing captions not hits, ah, that’s all that you do |
It’s eye for an eye, I swear to God I thought that you knew |
This last supper had me hanging out with Judas and crew |
At least they said the thank you’s when I paid for the bill |