Wurk

Oh my god
Shut the fuck up
Get some damn money
Aye, Aye (Kayo)

(Verse 1)
Patty cake and rolls around with Sallie Mae
I had a day, sleeping in, with fantasies of anime
Bushido Brown, slicing through these singles now
Talking without seeing doubt, like "baby, are you single now?
I been try'n'a get you with my Civic, I'm Mercedes now."
Okay maybe not but please don't have no baby now
That's gon' bring my crazy out
I been out, from word of mouth
Step in to my studio like what is all this murder 'bout
You gon' fucking learn about Kayo killing keeping count
You cannot afford me now like I'm worth an absurd amount
The word is out
NIggas always hit me for the labbo, judging by your statements I can tell you a sad hoe bro bro

(Verse 2)
Capture quazimodo add a fee on 'em
Captivated, Kaepernickin' niggas, drop a knee on 'em
Never naggin', noodle never lagging
I'm a master at it, acid addict
All we do is edit, shit is post-traumatic
Post-dramatic, post by trakmatik
Have a killing habit, automatic
Rotting your vision until it's panoramic
And aesthetic, offered to me to
Pardon my preacher I'm free to
Be on my savage, I'm the advantaged that vanished

(Hook x2)
It's obvious that they don't want to eat
I'm sharing my ideas with the streets
How is it so hard for you to see
Need to wurk motherfucker, wurk motherfucker, wurk