Essential Worker

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Zelooperz] Bitch came in with Afro, thats eccentric Bitch, I got a job for you, want to be my apprentice? I deal with different model tools, I tell you to get in it First time that I pimped the bitch, I was so winded Jesus talking to me upstairs like, "Are you sure?" These bitches got a lot from me, they all my whores Came through off the policies, I been here before Baby thin like a tripwire, I'm 'bout to watch it blow Put my finger tip in the air, you know I'm locked and loaded Can you perform for me? Keep throwin' that ass up Bounce, accounting, baby girl, 'bout to add it up Only gave her forty dollars, she don't seem mad as fuck Then she got to the crib, now she beggin' me to fuck Tell me where your Sketchers is, 'cause you lit as fuck Buy a bitch anything just to put a smile on her face Ain't trickin' if he got it 'cause I'm still in the race What's your prerogative? "Don't make me grab the Drac'!" Niggas been pussy since they born, they see it in they face I can't talk to a pussy snitch nigga, affidavits I don't be too disappointed 'cause that's what yo mama made ya Make the pussy stand up, cut a nigga like a serration [Verse 2: Matrax] Been knew niggas fake (Aha), twin gone grab the Drac' (Aha) Rollin' up that pressure (Aha), now it's time to bake (Aha) Up north with my plug (Aha), on his private lake (Aha) Boss during COVID, Essential Workers (Aha) I'm a business merchant (Aha), pack on preorder (Aha) Half [?] (Aha), Bentley came from burners (Aha) [Verse 3: E$] Yeah, me and my dogs, fuck the system, I love my gang, fuck your members Ridin' 'round with an AR with a switch on it, you up the pistol Give a fuck about the fame, you can keep the mentions I had a penthouse in the bay and we shipped them bitches I can't relate to my old friends 'cause I'm thinkin' different If I buy it one time, I could buy it twenty times, no kiddin' (No cap) And I know they gettin' sick 'cause my bag gettin' bigger Damn near could retire off how much I made and live off interest If my opp leakin' on the floor, you know it was my hitman I don't gotta pay a fuckin' dolla for you to get shit bagged I really love my family, don't fuck with mine My heart is pure, damn sure ain't tellin' lies FN's and XD's dawg I love the fire My brother home, he made thirty thousand off a thousand miles I gotta keep shit secret, I don't know none of y'all Can't mix business with friendships 'cause I got blood involved And I know my bitch mad 'cause she not involved And I ain't 'bout to post no pictures till my brothers home
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Credits
- Writers
- ES
- Matrax
- ZelooperZ