[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat
Niggas know, niggas know, ayy
RIP to the soldiers
Fucking hell, free the tugs
Free Lil A, free Sixty, free Juju Emz, free RSkeng, free Kaz
Free all the tugs, free ZJ, serious
Free Nino, serious, come on
Bow, bow
[Verse 1: Workrate]
We've got wheels in twos and fours, that's peds and cars for the wars
Step round there tryna turn man corpse
Last time that we got round them sides, left ***** with serious trauma
Me and bro gotta burn these garms and clean this nank cah we drippin' in sauce
Me and broski drippin' in sauce
And I couldn't give a shit who saw, bally on my face so I'm good in court
I told gang dem pattern the peds and rides, I got new sweets for the 9
Real talk, I love my guys, none of my bros are thinking twice
Caught me on the lack, could've done that better, they don't know nuttin' 'bout pressure
Bro got flake like Kelloggs, T-T, that means best seller
Go opp block, fill it and bark it, come back, man bill it and bark it
Tryna leave a jareer in a casket, all that verbal's got man laughing
Nino whipping a two and a blue
Gotta cover my mouth and nose cah the whole room filled with fumes
Just stepped on the lurk with my 6ixer goons, longest thing tryna spill some juice
This bitch act way too easy and her bars come way too sneazy
I don't know if I can trust this bad B, pocket a wap when she wanna meet me
How many man got put on the news, TV? Them man there can't tease me
Bare man run when they see me, splash, splash, ching, ching, pagans know I get freaky
Fake niggas lowkey hate me, if I hear man raise their voice, I'll take man's racks and leave him needy
I don't drill for the ratings, rate me
Play for the Pagans, really?
They got so much talk for the gang, they ain't come here once so I beg man leave it
You should get your thots in check cah they told us you man eat it
And that ting come way to dead, dead, so you know Workrate won't jeet it
M1OnTheBeat
Niggas know, niggas know, ayy
RIP to the soldiers
Fucking hell, free the tugs
Free Lil A, free Sixty, free Juju Emz, free RSkeng, free Kaz
Free all the tugs, free ZJ, serious
Free Nino, serious, come on
Bow, bow
[Verse 1: Workrate]
We've got wheels in twos and fours, that's peds and cars for the wars
Step round there tryna turn man corpse
Last time that we got round them sides, left ***** with serious trauma
Me and bro gotta burn these garms and clean this nank cah we drippin' in sauce
Me and broski drippin' in sauce
And I couldn't give a shit who saw, bally on my face so I'm good in court
I told gang dem pattern the peds and rides, I got new sweets for the 9
Real talk, I love my guys, none of my bros are thinking twice
Caught me on the lack, could've done that better, they don't know nuttin' 'bout pressure
Bro got flake like Kelloggs, T-T, that means best seller
Go opp block, fill it and bark it, come back, man bill it and bark it
Tryna leave a jareer in a casket, all that verbal's got man laughing
Nino whipping a two and a blue
Gotta cover my mouth and nose cah the whole room filled with fumes
Just stepped on the lurk with my 6ixer goons, longest thing tryna spill some juice
This bitch act way too easy and her bars come way too sneazy
I don't know if I can trust this bad B, pocket a wap when she wanna meet me
How many man got put on the news, TV? Them man there can't tease me
Bare man run when they see me, splash, splash, ching, ching, pagans know I get freaky
Fake niggas lowkey hate me, if I hear man raise their voice, I'll take man's racks and leave him needy
I don't drill for the ratings, rate me
Play for the Pagans, really?
They got so much talk for the gang, they ain't come here once so I beg man leave it
You should get your thots in check cah they told us you man eat it
And that ting come way to dead, dead, so you know Workrate won't jeet it
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