Work in Progress

[Intro]
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)
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[Verse 1: J1Hunnit & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
F-150 with the toolbox, it ain't no hammers in it
Carhartt Work In Progress on like Handy Manny, nigga
Three rows back up in a long-sleeve, could fit a family in it
Checked my mailbox for some 'bows and found panties in it
You might see me doggin' a bitch out, won't make no puppies with her
You won't never see that bitch in public if I'm fuckin' with her
Watch that cookie raise up like a pastry, these ain't apple fritters
Pour a four before I hit the road, it kinda ease the jitters
Fill up the pickup truck, I'm dyin' to take 'em to the country
Double-seal the bag, you gotta carve the bud out like a pumpkin
Like a camel, if I'm with hеr, it ain't hard to see we humpin'
Garbageman, you pull up to the curb, you probably see mе dumpin'
Brr, nigga, look, hey
I'm with the brick squad, they think I'm Slim Dunkin
Find obesity up in these jeans, you see them bands lumpin'
We run a gas station Arabic, man, you smell the fumes pumpin' (Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga)

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
You ride with us, then bring your gun, this shit be goin' down (Goin' down)
The trap bangin', we got the block lookin' like Rolling Loud (Like Rolling Loud)
You said they payin' what for what? Then take me to your town (Take me to your town)
You said they got a drop on who? We finna pull up right now (Pullin' up right now)
The chopper spittin' just like Daffy Duck (Life Daffy Duck)
We ain't do shit but run our money up, so why they mad at us? (They mad at us)
What we spent on lean, we could've went and bulletproofed a Caddy truck (Yeah)
So many bitches in the foreign, we got 'em lappin' up (We got 'em lappin' up)
Ain't never told, I told 'em take me to my sale (Take me to my sale)
I did so much, if I go back, they probably won't give me no bail (They probably won't give me no bail)
I know your miss your dog, he never got back up after he fell (Yeah)
We them young Westside terrorists, we out here raisin' hell (We out here raisin' hell)
Better call before you ride down the block, this shit dangerous
A hundred shots that's on the chop, we ain't even aimin' it (Ain't even aimin' it)
I let sixty go, the other forty on me, you know I'm savin' it
We out here ridin' 'round, smokin' out the 'bow, niggas just danglin'

[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
Had Dior laid out upon the bed, I end up changin' it
Titi vampin' all night for a ball, she put her fangs in it
Seen a ho turn tender, Bob Ross, her face, I painted it
The pop was safe for children, I put meds in it and tainted it
CDT 4L, that's what I claim, you see me bangin' it
Two chains on my neck like Tity Boi, you see them tanglin'
If you check the score, we put more points up than a Chamberlain
Break him down to size, I think his heart made of vibranium