"GET A JOB!" lyrics
Nyah
Alright, yeah
I might buy some property
I just ran a claim for some property, told bro to follow me
Lil' bro gon' snatch your life, at least he left a robbery
Lil' bro gon' snatch your life, at least he on the homi' team
I'm tryna get high as za', shrooms, Wocky, bean
Huddy leave the clock in, you always talkin' 'bout clockin' tea
Go get a job at least, you can sell your twat at least
This bitch out her shit, she talkin' 'bout some shots of lean
Bitch, that's some fake Celine you rockin', you is not a queen
You be rockin' SHEIN, you made a promise to that ho
But when she leavin' out the door, no, she don't rock that ring
Damn near everything I dropped, it was a chopper singin'
If it's personal, I damn near might just hop on feet
I get higher than an astronaut, I hope I land on feet
Bitch, I ain't Adam and you ain't Eve
I ain't got no manners, no madams or polices
I'm makin' paper off of plastic, shoutout visa
My whole life the big Chanely, not Artisa
I can't even think straight, I think I overgeeked
You ridin' in that hooter thing, I see the motor leakin'
You can blame the turkey bag on why his odor's reekin'
My heart was shrinkin' bit by bit, but now it's no more pieces
Ten-hour drive, we smoked twenty blunts
What I made off the strip, could've catched twenty buffs
Before my deezy turned sideways, my paper's twenty one
You a walkin' LOL with your lil' funny butt
You a walkin' oh no with your lil' musty butt
My ho used to Van Cleef it, now it's Hutchy stuff
Woke up to my SunnyD and made a money cup
I woke up then woke my money up, let's run it up
ShittyBoyz
Alright, yeah
I might buy some property
I just ran a claim for some property, told bro to follow me
Lil' bro gon' snatch your life, at least he left a robbery
Lil' bro gon' snatch your life, at least he on the homi' team
I'm tryna get high as za', shrooms, Wocky, bean
Huddy leave the clock in, you always talkin' 'bout clockin' tea
Go get a job at least, you can sell your twat at least
This bitch out her shit, she talkin' 'bout some shots of lean
Bitch, that's some fake Celine you rockin', you is not a queen
You be rockin' SHEIN, you made a promise to that ho
But when she leavin' out the door, no, she don't rock that ring
Damn near everything I dropped, it was a chopper singin'
If it's personal, I damn near might just hop on feet
I get higher than an astronaut, I hope I land on feet
Bitch, I ain't Adam and you ain't Eve
I ain't got no manners, no madams or polices
I'm makin' paper off of plastic, shoutout visa
My whole life the big Chanely, not Artisa
I can't even think straight, I think I overgeeked
You ridin' in that hooter thing, I see the motor leakin'
You can blame the turkey bag on why his odor's reekin'
My heart was shrinkin' bit by bit, but now it's no more pieces
Ten-hour drive, we smoked twenty blunts
What I made off the strip, could've catched twenty buffs
Before my deezy turned sideways, my paper's twenty one
You a walkin' LOL with your lil' funny butt
You a walkin' oh no with your lil' musty butt
My ho used to Van Cleef it, now it's Hutchy stuff
Woke up to my SunnyD and made a money cup
I woke up then woke my money up, let's run it up
ShittyBoyz
