Key Glock - Work Lyrics

(Band-)
(Let the BandPlay)

Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

Ran that a bag up, f*ck nigga back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on, you ain't Glock, you a bad dog (err)
Yeah, I ran that a bag up, f*ck nigga back off (uh)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' these niggas, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin', Glock, you a bad dog

Hellcat Durango no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, Glizock that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna blow this lil' bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I'm back out, yeah (back out)
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh
Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah (racks out)
Nigga, I still got racks comin' in
Nigga, I still bring them packs out, yeah (packs out)
Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is

Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in, uh, France right now
I'm in-, yeah (yeah)

Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup (yeah)
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert (uh)
I get it in like the first and the third (uh)
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt (yeah)
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

Ran that bag up, f*ck nigga back off (back off)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin', Glock, you a bad dog

(Err)