CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Always Workin

Free the guys
R.I.P. the guys
Disrespect, ha
No way he alive
Hunnid shots any time we collide
Pu**y

Ha, no 9-to-5, know I'm always workin' (You know)
N***a either in the trap, or I'm in the stu' tryna sell verses, ha, ha
See it, I like it, know I gotta purchase (Ha)
God put me for a purpose
Anything I got, know I deserve this
Glizzy got blast, put him on the surface (Brrt)
N***as be talkin', never put no work in
Go in the drill, move like a surgeon
N***as be b*t*hes, tryna steal purses
How you spendin' more than you earnin'?
All of that d**kridin' ain't workin', n***as is worthless (Worth)
Better gеt a bag, gotta be determinеd (Like that)
Beefin' with me, n***as already know bad for your health (You know)
If I don't got it, nobody got it, lettin' off shots, takin' on the baow (Baow, baow, baow, ha)
N***as don't know how a n***a felt
I'm tryna double stack up my wealth
Get to the bag, stay to myself (Nine shots)
Uh, you wanted the stain if you never seen it (Seen it)
They said that I was the meanest
Brodie got locked, see my face in the preset
They want an answer, I never seen sh*t
Shorty a dancer, I gave her breesha
I see her name on my phone, that's treesha
She let me paint her face, Mona Lisa (Woo)
When my bussy caught a body, we had beepers
I gave my b*t*h a ten from the feature (Look)
If she 'bout to hold it down, she a keeper
I gotta import it for the Visa
I tell 'em ''Free Bishop'', gettin' dirty money
Brodie put in work like a 9 to 5 (9 to 5)
Couple n***as speakin' on the deads
So I sent the breads, said ''They gotta die'' (Brr)
Disrespect, then we gotta slide (Slide)
He don't split, he ain't one of mine (One of mine)
I'm on ten when I come outside
Pop a perc .30 like I'm traumatized
With a box of bullets, I'ma reload
Bet I pull up shootin' like a free throw (Bah)
Put the red dot through the peep hole (Brr, brr)
Tote the chop' at his leak hole

Pu**y, ran through a hunnid, hunnid times (Gang)
He don't do a hit, he ain't of mines (Nah)
Never cool with the other side
If I catch you with him, then you know you die (Pu**y)
Kick me a chef, always had more money than friends (You know)
Couple trips through the opp tides, if we miss, know we bend again, pu**y
Then we bend again (Look), then we bend again (Look)
Brodie look him down, empty the clip (Brr)
Level thirty rounds, hollows for the tips (Baow)
N***as ain't meant, actin' like a b*t*h
When I hit the towns, they ain't know sh*t
Know that I'm the ape with a couple rips
Opy through eight, I'ma throw six
I'ma hit the crib, aim for the rib (Bah)