Work (410 diss) Lyrics
(Intro)
Frankincense and Myrrh
Fuck the other side niggas know
Check the score b
You man are crashing cars and shit
Insurance claims
KuKu
Harlem or KuKu
KuKu or Harlem Free TG
Run wid us or run from us
Suck your madda
Gang gang gang shit
Free TG free all the guys
We got bored they man got bored
Crash what where
Come on we're winning b
M1 On The Beat
(Shorta)
I can't wait till they all come home
We're serious passionate riders
Man aim up tryana hit mans dome
Man talk on the net that's calm
When I see man live I ain't throwing no stone
If your guys dem drillers in jail man
Were your drillers on the road
All now I ain't heard or seen shit
Man ain't on arms them boy there are sleepless
Prove in the flesh that's BP O
Still leave man speechless
Really on the field upfront
Them man are on the bench or doing up bleachers
Last year I made more then my teachers
Fuck them boys we ain't doing no features
Man ain't nothin they're normal
Real hot head man your fucking with creatures
Shoot man out of their sneakers
Man put a line up a church with preachers
Nothin ain't calm that's fine
Order dem guns they finna there mine
Couple wise words from S Skeng
Tell it man chill they'll know thru time
Big 13 inch rambo push it straight through chest tyrana fill a mans spine
Hang ting kick like mad bro
Popcorn style need a new car ban
(Loski and Shorta)
Done 22 and 7 and we done 10 on Rat man too
Reach for the 4 4 long the nose same size as Gora's shoe ( dead boy)
Opps love talk about scores ayy Smarko clap it at roofs
And I ain't manner for them barbies
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Big man run with your darling too
Harlem or KuKu there're scatty man don't talk about knives
In the field we were young when we cheffed up Ratty
Troopz got shot on the prince
Now wants to scream for his kids what a patty
Loose wan do mans people no it weren't we so we still like shaggy
(Loski)
Kennington district bitch
I'm Loski Loose the price of my shoes
Cost like a cue of sniff
And look how many times we've lurked
And them boy there dashed soo quick
And Mayski don't lazy so we ching it in carni
Sit with blade don't ask me if i'll grab it
Spartan or KuKu we hazard
Score on the opps is another
Why you think I made DJ Khaled (another one)
I see man see us and panic back out the splash
They still don't hack it more time splash and brag it wrap it
Do it like Juggz or Savage big man we ain't playing nice
Chat about TG are you buzzing your dons have done nothin we bladed up guys
And Trenched got chinged in his face I swear all he wanted was a steak and rice
And bro just took the L but Bellz went back and made it out twice
Don't talk about works you neeks Kiz said please when I chinged his spine (faggot)
(Loski and Shorta)
Done 22 and 7 and we done 10 on Rat man too
Reach for the 4 4 long the nose same size as Gora's shoe ( dead boy)
Opps love talk about scores ayy Smarko clap it at roofs
And I ain't manner for them barbies
Big man run with your darling too
Harlem or KuKu there're scatty man don't talk about knives
In the field we were young when we cheffed up Ratty
Troopz got shot on the prince
Now wants to scream for his kids what a patty
Loose wan do mans people no it weren't we so we still like shaggy
(Loski)
Ayy Roofs (KuKu)
That gyalie there cute and I think she like Smarko too
Imagine if she saw what happened to Rendo too
Wait you take with the young g's to
Gyalie on man just slow down boo
Paigion yat can hold one too
(Shorta)
Ayy Loose what's wrong with these twats
Man had his aunt in court upfront
Now M24 want stacks Pooch got shot in his head
Now he wished he should of got plaits
Kennington only batch
Free TG and the boy Latz
(Outro)
Reach for the 4 4 long the nose same size as Gora's shoe
Man don't talk about knives In the field we were young when we cheffed up Ratty
