Il testo della Work (freestyle)

Uh, put in work,
Put him in a hearse,
Cuz my lil nigga snupe,
Shit i had to put him in the dirt,
Before i put him on a song,
Shit i had to put him in a verse,
So if you ever see his killer,
50 racks on him, put him in the dirt,
Headshot (bang), headshot (bang)
For 50 g's you better make his bedrock,
These niggas talking beef, i'm eating lamb chops,
You starving nigga, like marvin nigga,
I'm on the wood, hold up let me pause that nigga,
But i'm talking garden nigga, watching melo ball,
Why you talking work? you ain't ever sell no raw,
You ain't ever crack no bird,
You was never at no curb,
Poppin' wheelies me a$ap ty, ray-day down 123rd
(like man, man, man, man)
All these hoes fuckin nigga,
Where your foreign, you ain't stunting nigga,
It's levels to my bitch you can't fuck her nigga,
Cause she like chanel, you couldn't afford her,
She got a tl, you rockin a bruh,
You the type of nigga my niggas send to the store bruh
Wont even let you hit the weed i no this for sure bruh
Talk cocky nigga, and y'all can't stop me nigga,
Hindred grand going straight to my jeweler,
A$ap make the bezel rocky, nigga,
Hold up, what the beat, drop, my nigga?
Hunnit in this bitch john brae on the watch my nigga,
I'm gone off with that money,
And if that pussy good then i eat it,
And my bitch bad, talking michael jackson,
So it's just only right that i beat it,
And if them niggas snatch yo chain,
Pita just only right that they keep it,
And its just right that they rock it,
Put it on worldstar, and make you watch it nigga,
And i ain't get my shit snatched yet.