Work Work ​clipping. (Ft. Cocc Pistol Cree)

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Holler out your city if you ride for it
Let 'em know why you'd die for it
Same reason all these riders get high, so it's—
All medicinal—now what you wan' buy, homie?
Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch), mob shit (Mob shit)
Boss talk (Boss talk), game rich (Game rich)
Name game (Name game), gang signs (Gang signs)
Work on the phone—call it "baseline"
Yup, line dance like a hoedown
Pimps up, daytime, whole block a ghost town
Ghost ride, Ghostface, G's get ghost in a moment
Pour a little for the ghost of the dead homie
Deadpan voice singing Tin Pan Alley songs
Panhandling in front of tourists with they cameraphones
Get it how you live
Or live 'til you get it—get it in

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Cocc Pistol Cree]
When the stash low and it's no cash (Get it in)
And you riding, no L's, no tags (Get it in)
And she lookin' like, "You ain't gon' smash" (Get it in)
But she got her legs up on the dash
Show these haters how to— (Go)
Get that work, make that work work (Go)
Get that work, make that work work (Go)
Get that work, make that work work (Go)
Get that work, make that work work (Cocc Pistol, ugh)