Gimme That Work

Lyrics

Got that tip from a boomie and you got them pies
 All my niggas Gucci, so they down to ride
 Left my mask at home, we don't do disguise
 Got a four fif' on my side in case they wanna try
 Pull up, skrt (woah)
 Grippin' the stick when I turn (yeah)
 Smokin', I'm calmin' my nerves
 Kickin' the door and I'm goin' in first
 Family see me, they goin' berserk
 Like give me the bag and nobody get hurt
 Gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work
 Gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey
 Gimme that work
 Trust now, you know I'm up now
 She see me with a bag, she wanna fuck now
 They see me with a Aud', they wanna know how
 Rollin' off a addy, I can't slow down (uh, uh, uh, woo)
 I robbed your bitch for the night, I might just give her the pipe
 I might just—
 I might just dip in it twice,
 I might just speak of a spice (yeah, yeah)
 She did it back to the kitchen,
 whippin' and cheffin' that white (whip it, whip)
 Told her to pass me the scale, answer the phone
 And gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work
 Gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey
 Gimme that work, hey (woo, woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work
 Gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
 Fuck with my money, somebody get murked
 Gimme that work
 Said, said, hey
 Yeah
 Yeah, yeah, hey
 Said, said, hey
 Hey
 Gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work
 Gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
 Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey
 Gimme that work, hey
 Gimme that work
 Gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work, hey
 Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
 'Bout to gimme that work
 Gimme that work
 Trust now, you know I'm up now
 She see me with a bag, she wanna fuck now
 They see me with a Aud', they wanna know how
 Rollin' off a addy, I can't slow down
 I'm 'bout the fuckin' bags, my nigga
 The two bits that made it true, my nigga
 Now I'm flyin' private jets with the crew, my nigga
 Where the fuck where you when the judge gave me 13 years, 9 months?
 Where the fuck were you?
 When my pops was in the court room in shock
 Where were you when I was down below?
 Yo, I got convicted of somethin' I ain't even fuckin' do, my nigga
 Fuck, man
 We don't do the long talkin', ayy?
 We just get straight to the barkin'
 It's a OVO ting

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Song Details

Duration
03:39
Key
6
Tempo
142 BPM

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