I gotta close the window before I record

'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet

Work

Stand up

Work

Ferg

Coogi down to the socks

Like I'm Biggie poppa baby

Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers

But really though she a silly ho

'Cause you know the

Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough

She don't get nothin' from a n***a though

All she get is hard d**k and some Cheerios

Kinda silly though but I'm lyrical

Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs

No tint though on my window

So you see a n***a shinin' in the Benzo

Ballin' got me feelin'

Like Jim Jones I'm a p**p though

No limp though couldn't copy my style in Kinkos

Put in work run up on a killer

Then I put him in the dirt

Run up in the building semi gon' s**t

That's what a n***a get

When they gettin' on my nerves

I ain't lyin' lay 'em on the curb

Ridin' on a killer who be comin'

At Ferg d**n

Girl you twerk twerk that kitty girl

Make it purr

Put in work Flacko put 'em in the dirt

French got the shovel

He gon' put him in the earth

Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse

Yeah uh put in work

Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp

So much work he'll smoke up the Earth

Polo Ground AAP World

Haaan that ain't Kanye

That's Montana loose cannon

He shot me so I had to do it

Put him in the dirt put him in it first

I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it

Her a*s fat you could park ten Tahoes on it

When they mask up comin' for your ice

When they bare-faced

They comin' for your life

Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak

I'm drinkin' lean it help me sleep

Illuminati I'm from the streets

Never sold my body we takin' bodies

Put in work put in work

Put in work work

Put in work work put 'em in the dirt

Shout out that motherland

12-years-old with guns in hand

They don't ask no questions n***a

All they do is bang bang bang