Thomasmbeats - Work It Lyrics

Why y'all niggas eating straight bread
Yeah
Work it
Bitch
Work it
Bitch
Yeah Yeah
Work it work work it
Work it bitch
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Flex flex
Flex flex
Flex
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I told shorty she can work it for a nigga real quick
What's that, why she all on my dick
And these niggas always capping in they raps
What the f*ck bag back
I just told them niggas
That I'm really that guy
If you a bitch then don't look in my eyes
Fear me, all the hoes just look at that guy
Yeah, sauce man yeah I know I'm like God
Flexing flexing flexing flexing
Flex flex
Flexing yeah
Yeah yeah
Flexing flexing flexing flexing yeah
Yeah yeah
Bands on me
Bands on me
Why her hands on me
Yeah
Flexing
Flexing
I be, I be, I be flexing
I be finesse when I'm all on my phone
I told the bitch to come home
She ain't wanna hit me up so I just told her give me dome
I ain't even know what these niggas was really on
They try to be my friend but then they try to catch a nigga lone
Catch a nigga slipping he might sleep up at the light
Green lighting shit, everytime I shoot it's right.
Every time I shoot at night