Leg Work

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (BeatGang) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Pill dust on me, nigga, they can smell me Ain't find shit, mad as hell they can't jail me Forgot to count the 30s, fuck around being lazy (Man) Short me three pills, lil' nigga tried to play me (Man) Nigga, this ain't Cali, I need 50 for this eighthy AR on me, water whipping like the navy My daughter, that's my everything, my heart, that's my baby All this pain been getting too high lately I just came from the dead, I'm awaken I love when that work hit the road, but hate waiting Grind it up, you wired, looking for that easy waste Still hustling hard, and I can sign a deal any day I gotta go extra for my brothers in there fightin' cases And I'ma keep busting nuts on these pretty faces (Hey, hey) They hate on my position, you should see they faces Me and you are not the same, we in different places [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & Sada Baby] Elevation on the plane make my head hurt My feet swollen, nigga putting in that leg work Fuck that ho later, nigga, get that bread first Before you stick your dick in her, get the head first Ayy Your shit declining, you got dead work Nigga Boy, you a worker, that's your mans work Feet swollen, putting in leg work (Dumbass, dumbass) Fuck that ho later, get that bread first [Verse 2: Sada Baby] I'm off them drugs, bitch, yeah A whole lot, got the stove hot, you can't cook it up with cold pots Nigga, so what? These young niggas think they so tough They don't know nothing 'til I pull with that pole busting I got cold cuts, y'all be fucking 'round with cold sluts Make 'em hold up, they say Skuba Steve say hold up Good .44 tuck, I'm poled up, I switch my hoes up Don't share no clothes, naw, cash out, get them bows off If you showing off, chopper on me get to going off Your head, I blow it off, chopper turn beef to stroganoff I can't hold 'em off, my young niggas trained to go up top He gon' get him got, all that tough actin' gon' get him shot Hit him with the rocks, Skuba skip the melo with the Glock Give him 50 shots, infared looking like chicken pox Hit him with a holo, that bitch the size of a baby bottle Shoot at everybody, fuck them niggas, take the air up out 'em [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Elevation on the planes make my head hurt My feet swollen, nigga putting in that leg work Fuck that ho later, nigga, get that bread first Before you stick your dick in her, get the head first Ayy Your shit declining, you got dead work Nigga Boy you a worker, that's your mans work Feet swollen, putting in leg work Fuck that ho later, get that bread first