I'm a dog off the leash, I'm back on my feet
Bon appetite so you know it's time to eat
You know how it be when you really in the streets
Had a drop set me up 'cause he couldn't pay the fee
For that work, work, work, work, work, work
Try me you'll get murk, murk, murk, murk, murk, murk
Got this out the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
I pull up like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
And I'm whippin' work, woo, woo, woo
That's work, woo, woo, woo
Try me you'll get murk, huh
Got this out the dirt, yeah
I pull up like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Pull up in designer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer
Get a hundred dollar line up, line up, line up, line up, line up
Fresh like I'm goin' to line up, line up, line up, line up, line up
I don't know a nigga flyer, flyer, flyer, flyer, flyer
Might be dressed like a buyer but I'm the supplier
I just left my old bitch, told her she was fired
I just met a cold bitch, told her she was hired
I like her attire, move work like The Wire
I be sellin' work, work, work, work, work, work
Try me you'll get murk, murk, murk, murk, murk, murk
Got this out the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
I pull up like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
And I'm whippin' work, woo, woo, woo
That's work, woo, woo, woo
Try me you'll get murk, huh
Got this out the dirt, yeah
And I'm whippin' work, yeah, yeah
I'm back though, what you mad for?
Don't be mad ho, get glad ho
Remember when I tried to fuck you in the class ho?
Now you hit me up, I just laugh ho
I'm from the ave though, that's the blast though
Didn't I tell you I was on these rappers' ass though?
Don't make me pull up 'cause you know I'm gonna spazz ho
Don't make me pull up with the gang, I got asshole
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah I used to be broke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't goin' back no more
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas used to take me for a joke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bet they ass ain't doin' that no more
I'm like fuck you pay me, fuck you pay me
Niggas been on some fuck shit lately
Remixing and wrapping and serving them babies
And moving them babies like it was the eighties
Really caught cases, niggas be faking
Hid my dope and my scale from the cops in the basement
A bitch tried to play me, she thought I was basic
She thought I wouldn't make it, that bitch lookin' crazy
Dog off the leash, I'm back on my feet
Bon appetite so you know it's time to eat
You know how it be when you really in the streets
Had a drop set me up 'cause he couldn't pay the fee
For that work, work, work, work, work, work
Try me you'll get murk, murk, murk, murk, murk, murk
Got this out the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
I pull up like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
And I'm whippin' work, woo, woo, woo
That's work, woo, woo, woo
Try me you'll get murk, huh
Got this out the dirt, yeah
I pull up like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
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