Work

[Intro]
Gang, haha
Solo rapping, nigga
Look

[Verse 1]
This bitch wants some work, guess that’s why she tryna flirt
Her hands in my pants, she wants my hand up her skirt
She topping so lovely while I'm speeding, make me skrrt
She my lil' bitch but if she leave I won’t be hurt
'Cause I don’t got bitches, bitches got me (They do)
She said she got man, well, bitch, it’s not me
They say they don’t catch feelings, then they always shock me
I run it up and watch my niggas copy
Bitches tryna clock me, but I'm only out here cheating with the street
Getting money I ain’t creeping in these streets
I ain’t beefing in the Tweets
Sad to say, I'm still beefing in the streets
Why I gotta keep a heater in my briefs
But right now it’s on the dresser, 'cause I got your bitch
She up in ma briefs, hit that ass up, I won't see her for a week
Shit, we hardly ever speak, 'cause her nigga not my man, he a fan
She don’t want his ass to find out I be slayin'
I just fuck when he at work, work, work, work, work
I hope he don’t perp, perp, perp, perp, perp
I will fold him in the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
He slow, go go berzerk, zerk, zerk, zerk, zerk
Shoot him in the head, one time for the one time (Whoop)
Diss me, I'ma swing, fuck a punchline (Fuck 'em)
Fuck school time, I was hungry in the lunch line
And now a nigga eatin' good, like it’s lunchtime
And my squad all up nah, really though (Squad)
Go be the realest nigga running through your city though
And we be cooling, we don’t trip, I'm not skinny though
'Cause I might pull up and take your bitch, pop a wheelie, Mo (Skrrt)
Bitches love a nigga though, now 'cause the buzz up
When we was broke, remember they ain’t never loved us (Since when)
Bitches in the club showing love, they walk up like, "That’s Will"
Pipe down, right, shawty, like you real tight
Say you wanna club, probably wanna have a real night
I'm like, what we doing? She like whatever you feel like
And she had a ass in a dress that was real tight
I don’t think she plotting but I'm watching cause she still might
So we left the club, told her, "We gon' have a chill night"
Took her to the squad house, and gave her ass some real pipe
It’s time to block her number now, shawty ain’t the chill type
Double text me everyday, now I know she real type

[Outro]
Look, she got her ass work, work, work, work, work
Hello? Hello? No, I'ma call you back
Hey, squad, double SL (SSL) chill man
Its WillThaRapper, nigga
Fuck wrong with her
Gang