Lyrics Back Working (feat. LayEmDown) - Capolow

Back working, do it with a purpose Anyways, I've been to the cake, I'm back lurking
I'm an asshole, sorry kids, I'm back cursing
Doing anything just to stay above surface
I barely rap, but I'm charging 50 for these verses
He was holding on for dear life, ask the nurse
Every 365, half a ticket, what I earn
I was in them county lines, pressing niggas like a perm

Aye, pull up in a C-Class, AMG kit
Baby, it's so cloudy in this whip I can't see shit
Pull up with the, ah, ah, ah, bitch that's heat stick
A whole hunnid, I don't even think Brody gon' see this
Big fish, I've been swimming in the deep end
You gon' drown, tryna get to me, don't put your feet in
Call this choppa, my lil' TLC, cause it be creeping
Blood in the street, grab the chop, and street sweep

Lot of guns in the street, I got plugs in the street
I get love in the street, one up top, we keep gleek
Where you from in the street, keep your gun in the street
All my bruh's in the street, never lacking, keep heat

It's the big payback, B-L-B and T-Y-E Niggas claim they clap heat, but we the real GBG
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Back working, do it with a purpose Anyways, I've been to the cake, I'm back lurking
I'm an asshole, sorry kids, I'm back cursing
Doing anything just to stay above surface
I barely rap, but I'm charging 50 for these verses
He was holding on for dear life, ask the nurse
Every 365, half a ticket, what I earn
I was in them county lines, pressing niggas like a perm

365 days, I'm back working
Out of all of them days, I ain't never stopped lurking

Pistol off in her purse, yeah, boy, don't get hurt
I'm a paranoid young nigga, get too close and you get murked
If you tell them do it, they gon' do it, huh?
If I tell them do it, they maneuver something
Back working, but ain't getting my hands dirty

Bet if I do something now, I sit back, watch the news at 7:30
Do it for a purpose, never nervous, I'm just coaching something
Tell all my youngins up that blick when you approaching something
Moving left to right, Im treating em like a hoe or something

Oh, he was all just for the net and stuck his nose in something
He got hit, bouncing out that AMG with that blick, tryna run down
Barely even a rapper, but I still want 50 thou
Oh, yeah, I'm back working, do it with a purpose

I ain't touch the county, but I did close some curtains

Back working, do it with a purpose Anyways, I've been to the cake, I'm back lurking
I'm an asshole, sorry kids, I'm back cursing
Doing anything just to stay above surface
I barely rap, but I'm charging 50 for these verses
He was holding on for dear life, ask the nurse
Every 365, half a ticket, what I earn
I was in them county lines, pressing niggas like a perm

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it