Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Work , by - YBS Skola. Release date: 23.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Work |
| 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 |