Lyrics to Work Out

[Verse]

We bout to go to the strip club

Throw the ones, bring the guns

Let all the hoes have some fun

My phone got too many methods

Siri gave me wrong directions

Fucked a white bitch, think I'm One Direction

Life a movie, I don't gotta director

Caught a body, shaved my leg

Shaved my head, shaking my head

My mans ran off, this shit's so crazy

It was only 20 dollars and a nigga ain't pay me

Give a zip back to my weed man cause it's shaky

Freak bitch twerkin' in the club gon' shake it

Police ask how much I makin'

Played it like I'm deaf, I can't hear y'all

No scale, I got this eyeball

Shot a couple bullets, one hit him in his eyeball

They was hoggin' for a minute now it's my ball

Imma pass to my team like John Wall

I ain't hearin' niggas like I'm talkin' to a brick wall

So many blues on me nigga I could prolly crip walk

I was in the gang, soon as the tip off

That nigga was a lame, soon as he came out

Go get my mixtape, soon as it come out

Imma get some duct tape, cover up a nigga mouth

Or a garbage bag, or a wet rag

Which one should I use? I don't even know

Got a new bank account, bout to drop 24

How you livin' with ya momma boy, and you 24

Get yourself together, you gotta do better

Even when I get a bill nigga I won't even settle

Built a gun out of old constructed metal

Then that bitch jammed (Then that bitch jammed)

I was like, "Damn!" (I was like "Damn!")

People know I scam, but how can you be surprised

She brung the wrong condom size

She can see the look in my eyes

That I'm mad as fuck

I was like, "Damn, how you do that"

I be swipin' it like, "Damn, how you do that"

Shit, I don't know, it just came to me

Call Telegram, you can do it yourself

When I was fucked up in the hood

They ain't come and check on me

Now I got a check on me

Just had sex with a grown woman

But she ain't get no money

She got card numbers

Then she texted me and said they declined

And I did it on purpose bitch it's your fault

Then I drove off