Ybs Skola - Work (feat. Q Da Fool) Lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool]UhAyy Skola, what's up, bruh?They ain't never wanna see niggas like us get rich, hahaYung Lan on the trackTrauma ToneNah for real[Chorus: Q Da Fool]My chopper got Range, like a RoverI stay surrounded by soldiersMy diamonds they shinin', they blind 'emI been had a bag before rhymin'Pull up in the hood with the workMy bricks perfect, y'all still sellin' dirtPlug got robbed for the workPut a bitch on his line, she gon' tell him it's only work, uhAll that hatin', it don't workI feel like the streets left me cursedThis rap shit don't workThen I'm back to sellin' workGive her good dick, make her squirtThat's how a nigga know the pussy work, uhPut a bitch nigga on a shirtAll my niggas put in that work[Verse 1: YBS Skola]Since Heather Jean died, I don't trust shitI keep the Glock-19, I'll bust itI got booked by a rook when I walked in a storeSwear I wish that I tucked itHad to cut your ass off 'cause I know he a hoAnd he be on that fuck shitHe was never with me posted up in that storeWhen I was slidin' that bucketWhen Scoota died, yeah, I was hurtAnd I still can't believe that my dawg in the dirt (Up Next)Feel like I know him since kidsI'll never forget all the shit that we did (My nigga)Him and Truz both died broad daylightAnd that's one of the main reasons I stay rightIn the studio, me and Q Da FoolWhen I travel, I go with that toolGet caught lackin' and I'd be a foolI was trappin' when you was in schoolHit the club with a gun in my shoeThink I'm sweet then I'm punishin' youRap shit better work or it's back to the workI know chaps that stay rightI gotta hold that chopper with two fuckin' handsTo make sure that spray right[Chorus: Q Da Fool]My chopper got Range, like a RoverI stay surrounded by soldiersMy diamonds they shinin', they blind 'emI been had a bag before rhymin'Pull up in the hood with the workMy bricks perfect, y'all still sellin' dirtPlug got robbed for the workPut a bitch on his line, she gon' tell him it's only work, uhAll that hatin', it don't workI feel like the streets left me cursedThis rap shit don't workThen I'm back to sellin' workGive her good dick, make her squirtThat's how a nigga know the pussy work, uhPut a bitch nigga on a shirtAll my niggas put in that work[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]I gotta watch my back, niggas spiesOnce I call in a hit I'm for sure that you dyin'Niggas fold when I blitz, bullets go through his spineHit the mall with your bitch, I gave her dick, left her cryin'I'm in the club with the stickMy lil' niggas geekin' so I wouldn't try itSpend a lil' bag for this 'fitWhere the fuck is the cameras? You know I ain't shyI got them bricks, you can buyI'm really one-on-one with the supplyYou the man in the middle, can you step aside?I'm with Skola, we frozen, we freezin' your eyesIf it ain't 'bout money, can't talk to you peopleI'm draped in Gucci, my shooter wear DiorIf it ain't about money, you know I can't hear youYou broke with no hope, I wouldn't want to be youAR with a scope, I'm smilin' when you bleedin'A trap and a killer, bitch, that make a geniusGrew up with no feelings, love, I never seen itThey say they care, but them bitches never really mean itYou soft as a bag, get a gun, I bet you never squeeze it, damnStreets not fair, leave you in a cell, thinkin'Don't do it for clout, my niggas spin a bend for reasons[Chorus: Q Da Fool]My chopper got Range, like a RoverI stay surrounded by soldiersMy diamonds they shinin', they blind 'emI been had a bag before rhymin'Pull up in the hood with the workMy bricks perfect, y'all still sellin' dirtPlug got robbed for the workPut a bitch on his line, she gon' tell him it's only work, uhAll that hatin', it don't workI feel like the streets left me cursedThis rap shit don't workThen I'm back to sellin' workGive her good dick, make her squirtThat's how a nigga know the pussy work, uhPut a bitch nigga on a shirtAll my niggas put in that work