Lyrics LINE OF WORK - NeedNoName

Yeah, come on, come on, come on
Turn me up, I like this one
Yeah, come on, yeah
I'm just a back end boy, man
I don't know how to be nothing else
All I know is how to get the money
And fuck these hoes, take care of my family

Hating on a nigga, That ain't never been my line of work
These niggas tryna get high, I'm tryna get the money first
I'm a backend' boy, you wanna fuck me, baby wear a skirt
Before, I hit her from the back, hold on, pour my syurp first
Big boy, Hitting the hoes, boy, I feel like Gerald Levert
But I love the way I talk this shit, They pay the kids just for the verse
Every time I hit the mall, I'm gettin' fresh like a bar of soap
I'm buyin' all the fuckin' guns, my cousin brought a weed and perks

Told the bitch I don't wanna fuck, this shit can't make a skirt
Caught a ticket in the closet just from trappin, took some work
I'm supposed to be up at the studio, but I'm out sellin' work
Every time I cook it, I'm gon' pay me on the fuckin' first
My son gon' be just like his daddy, ballin' like a lemelo ball
I told the bitch if I'm not tryna fuck, I might not even call
My cousin died up in the kitchen, tryna cook some fentanyl
Nigga try the gang, I'm on his ass like a bumper car
I'm rappin' like I'm Jay-Z, but trappin' like I'm Young Jeezy
He actin' like he Jamie Foxx and dancin' like he Chris Breezy
Ain't no safety on this G-Lock, I can't let him leave me
I was postin' with the gangsta, she was scared to come and see me
I'm a dog like DMX, I don't take no shit from hoes
I don't play them childish games, play with my hoes and not my nose
Every time the plug give me the pack, I'ma get it gone
Nigga tried to kid, I'ma fold his ass just like some clothes

Hating on a nigga, That ain't never been my line of work
These niggas tryna get high, I'm tryna get the money first
I'm a backend' boy, you wanna fuck me, baby wear a skirt
Before, I hit her from the back, hold on, pour my syurp first
Big boy, Hitting the hoes, boy, I feel like Gerald Levert
But I love the way I talk this shit, They pay the kids just for the verse
Every time I hit the mall, I'm gettin' fresh like a bar of soap
I'm buyin' all the fuckin' guns, my cousin brought a weed and perks