Work

Im gon belly rip a muthafucking faggot and why these bitches hating like they want that static
My Nigga fucked yo bitch that shit is hella tragic I can’t fw nun you musty pussy maggots I ain’t from Orlando but I got the magic brother packing tools like inspector gadget me and kilo on that shit like clank and ratchet it’s about to get ugly ain’t no beauty pageant I’m taking niggas souls pot full of gold doing what I want y doing what u told I’m whipping whipping cooking in the kitchen if a nigga talking ima catch I’m slipping ima put em to sleep Putting in overtime every fucking week a nigga really tired I wanna live sweet tired of Raymond noodles every other week I hopped in the field like some new belly cleats you got thе codes but I got the cheats Im gеttinlg paid to disturb all these beats this is what happens when a hurricane and tornado meet im the son of rage and I’m bout blow like a 12 gage this the new age this a revelation you now see a young king in the making throne is open it is mine for the taking im making shit happen now these niggas show love instead of hating

Where was y’all when I put in work
You wasn’t with me man that shit is sad
Overtime on my bday gave everything i fucking had
Shirt that was sitting on my back
When I called you didn’t call back
Now I’m winning and you peep that
Fuck that where was you at