Workin'

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] This hustle shit's what I know Flipping [Chorus: Z] Homie I got 25 grams left Or they connect like 65 grams worth Fuck, it's time to get it back to work then Got the pistol on my hip like a cell chirp Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Pistol on my hip like a cell chirp [Verse 1: Z] Fuck it I got 25 grams left Time to get greedy with these weed sacks Get a point, 1-5 for the white bitch For 25 bags you gon' need that Somebody get to tripping like they skipped out shit Fucker Talking like the five I wanna look out Duck 'еm Stomping in my blood to push your goods out Pluck 'em All my people lovе it when the hoods out Hustle Anybody want it I'll be there in like a instant Fingers snap, quickness Karma to me flip shit Sell a motherfucker bag of ice in a blizzard While he naked on his porch throwing brights on the pisser Fuck it I'll push anywhere Z I'm too with dizzles popping Molly in that bright white, everything but crystal Momma know I'm living bad, but all of us need money still So I'mma keep on stacking, if you need me homie whistle Holla House built in like a trap spot Trynna change Flipping Gs when my bitch give a lot of brains No freeze, I don't chill when that fire range Small suckers I don't care what their wife say [Chorus: Z] Homie I got 25 grams left Or they connect like 65 grams worth Fuck, it's time to get it back to work then Got the pistol on my hip like a cell chirp Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Pistol on my hip like a cell chirp [Verse 2: Z] Homie I got 25 grams left The shit that I can make you won't believe that After I re-up I got grams left But that's the shit I like, I wanna see that hustling I don't ride around since I was little in a bucket All the homies talking ounces, instrumentals always slumping Half the fighters working over time like they was hustling So I grew up on the music with a zipper in my luggage Momma blew on Mary Jane until the grams are dusting So I trusted in the market when their brought up in discussion Now I'm pushing doubles like I'm Luda when they clubbing And my vocals uppercutting like they Debo while he buzzing Momma don' read the palm But I'm packing a pistol because they busting Trynna jack me for my baggers And they dodge 'em when they concussion Stopping him abruptly There's no ducking what I'm hustling Cause I'm all up in they face with discussion they ain't touching Hit me on my cell to get I'll be there in a flash But you better have my cash or I'm calling a disruption Money, yes I love it cause my kids don't grow on nothing So give me all my cheese or I'll bury you where the mud is [Bridge: Z] Homie I got 25 grams left Fuck, it's time to get it back to work then Homie I got 25 grams left They don't wanna see me go berserk man Homie I got 25 grams left Fuck, it's time to get it back to work then Homie I got 25 grams left They don't wanna see me go berserk man Brain [Chorus: Z] Homie I got 25 grams left Or they connect like 65 grams worth Fuck, it's time to get it back to work then Got the pistol on my hip like a cell chirp Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Getting back to workin' Flipping Getting back to workin' Pistol on my hip like a cell chirp