CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Always Workin’
Hah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Got-got it on Smash)
Yeah (OG Parker)
The Glock on my hip, and I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'til it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My n***as, they tweakin', they movin' like Sosa
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My b*t*h, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Hoe, they judges, I love the Glizzy
Fifty plus fifty, them junts like t**ties
I'm rockin' Versace, I feel like Biggie
I'm bad to the bone, I'm coming like Diddy
I'm up in New York and it feel like I made it
They playin' my songs on the radio station
Remember them days a n***a was slavin'
Now for a verse, they send me a payment
Always workin', I'm always in the booth
I saw a opp, he was lackin', you know I had to shoot
I tried to stay out the way, 'cause I got Mus-Mus
But don't get it confused, I wet him like a pool, ooh
The Glock on my hip, and I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'til it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My n***as, they tweakin', they movin' like Sosa
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My b*t*h, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Caught him at a light and I shot about ten
You know I'm not selfish, shot him and his friends
And free all my n***as that's stuck in the pen'
I took a few losses, I just wanna win
The Perc got me zooted, I'm outta my body
Thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Scottie
7.62, knock off his noggin
Hot grease 'cause a n***a is poppin'
The Glock on my hip, and I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'til it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My n***as, they tweakin', they movin' like Sosa
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My b*t*h, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Got-got it on Smash)
Yeah (OG Parker)
The Glock on my hip, and I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'til it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My n***as, they tweakin', they movin' like Sosa
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My b*t*h, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Hoe, they judges, I love the Glizzy
Fifty plus fifty, them junts like t**ties
I'm rockin' Versace, I feel like Biggie
I'm bad to the bone, I'm coming like Diddy
I'm up in New York and it feel like I made it
They playin' my songs on the radio station
Remember them days a n***a was slavin'
Now for a verse, they send me a payment
Always workin', I'm always in the booth
I saw a opp, he was lackin', you know I had to shoot
I tried to stay out the way, 'cause I got Mus-Mus
But don't get it confused, I wet him like a pool, ooh
The Glock on my hip, and I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'til it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My n***as, they tweakin', they movin' like Sosa
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My b*t*h, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Caught him at a light and I shot about ten
You know I'm not selfish, shot him and his friends
And free all my n***as that's stuck in the pen'
I took a few losses, I just wanna win
The Perc got me zooted, I'm outta my body
Thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Scottie
7.62, knock off his noggin
Hot grease 'cause a n***a is poppin'
The Glock on my hip, and I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'til it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My n***as, they tweakin', they movin' like Sosa
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My b*t*h, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Huh
Yeah, yeah
