Lite Werk

Lyrics

[Intro] Lite werk Lite werk [Verse 1] Uh, don't sweat the technique Point me to a G, get chicer than me They don't got the drive like the rental on E And I'm far from a rook, these hoes can't check me Out the asylum, Proper Villains on the beat Somewhere gettin' lite imported soles on the feet Catch me on the scene, if you see me, don't speak Feelin' crazy, sexy, cool when I'm stuntin' on the creep Sip Sauvignon Blanc in a little black thong Tryna copy my sound, now you know you dead wrong Oh no, Cheech and Chong, take your lips off my bong Wanna blow me like a whistle, tryna bang me like a gong That just means ya can't fuck with me So who keep gassin' you up to come beef? Little Indians better bow down to the Chief Oh, you ain't know I ain't slapped a bitch in two weeks? Peep the track record and my legacy Got everybody feigned off the recipes Now they doin' anything just to touch the queen Ever since I did that little show with Cardi B [Chorus] Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat Got frequent flyer miles from the west to the east I been tryna keep it cool, keep the come up PC Oh, you ain't know my whole team beat bitches outta geish? Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat (Lite werk) Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat Got frequent flyer miles from the west to the east (Lite werk) Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat (Lite werk) Hot gyal, hot gyal all on the beat You ain't know my whole team beat bitches outta geish? [Verse 2] Yo, rappers not ready, rapid flow come steady Tongue sharp like machete, turn a opp into confetti Get straight to the middle if you tryna solve the riddle See, I birthed a lot of bitches, so my status ain't the issue All around the world, why my boss can't see That I'm bigger than the tasks that they givin' to me? Lock shit down, ain't livin' on the street It's the first of the month, so a bitch can't sleep Can't punch a clock, then a ho can't eat Lockdown fuckin' with my money and my fees COVID got me popped, gigs lookin' kinda steep Really sick of eatin' ramen with a side of chopped cheese Chopped cheese, chopped cheese, chopped cheese, chopped cheese [Verse 3] I don't got no time for all the foolery It seem like the whole fuckin' hood be on some coonery Tastemakers more concerned with fuckin' jewelry Been prophesysin' since the Mishka dropped Eulogy Back in 2013, did y'all get all that? Hoes could never duplicate because it's deeper than rap Had to ship my shit direct, so did you get that fax? Sis, you rhyme a lot of words, but I don't hear no facts Hatin' on the kid, I stay on track Serve my shit sashimi raw or lay my shit on wax Wack MCs be soundin' botched like they hips don't match Put the girdle to these beats and shape 'em just like that, ah I'm too thorough, gettin' through any borough Smile all in my face 'cause my doubters would hate to rumble Slackers bound to fumble, I'm usually on my humble Internet want me to pop, when I bubble, it's gonna bubble, bubble