Текст песни Werk - Flovatt

Yeah-yeah
'Bout to kill shit, on this shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a king in this rap shit
All I need a pool with the cash in (Ching Ching!)
Jump from up above and dive
Swim laps through the stacks, then relax and wipe (Ugh!)
I told y'all, I'm ill
Pop pills, till I'm chill and I don't know what's real
Clock still for a bit-tick-skips a little
Laugh it off, cause, life is about shits and giggles
I stays trippie, bitch
You could say what you want-I ain't trippin, bitch
Catch me outside if you trippen trick
Pissed and shit, your chick gave me kissy lips and shit (Yup!)
I'm just a hippie pimp, who never simps, doing shit that gets me lit
Give the bartender dick, my tipsy tip and early in the morning
I'm dipping quick cause shit

I got to put in that werk (Werk)
Make hella bank with the sweat off my shirt (Shirt)
Stopping for nothing, I hustle and earn
Roll up a blunt and just let that shit burn (Burn)
I got to put in that werk (Werk)
Make hella bank with the sweat off my shirt (Shirt)
Stopping for nothing, I hustle and earn
Roll up a blunt and just let that shit burn (Burn)

Bullshit-today is not my day
People talk and I feel it just come my way
Usually I ain't one to give one fuck
But man, oh, man, my head is off today
If I could just break this plate over a dome
Or take a break and go home
I mean, I don't know, I got to make dough
But all the weights so abominate, bro!!
(Ah!)
Fuck that shit
I ain't a lazy ass kid, only when I'm lit
Energetic as a battery you'd put in a jet
But the sec I get wrecked, homie, I get wrecked (Wrecked)
Check-when I vent, don't ask who's best
I make heads bob until I just snap foo's necks
Thinking about the times I sat in class
Only thing on my mind, was spitting raps for cash
Opening up on this platform at-last
Cause I don't talk (What) it's not my shit (Yup!)
Maybe I'm emotional, maybe I just don't give
Maybe I'm criminal, maybe I'm just a kid
Who's to say in a world filled with perspectives?
Just find what you like and perfect your message
To the best intentions-heck-some-tension
It is bound to happen, don't stress suspension, kid

You got to put in that werk (Werk)
Make hella bank with the sweat off your shirt (Shirt)
Stopping for nothing, I hustle and earn
Roll up a blunt and just let that shit burn (Burn)
You got to put in that werk (Werk)
Make hella bank with the sweat off your shirt (Shirt)
Stopping for nothing, I hustle and earn
Roll up a blunt and just let that shit burn (Let that shit burn!)

Am I crazy? Shit, maybe so
Competent, slaughtering dominant lyricist hogging' it
Boggling-yeah-I be shitting on the shit you do
Attitude up with the altitude, I spit so crude
Ready to Die; I'm B-I-G's K-I-D
Ain't tryna chop it up; I ain't with that karate
This music medicine to me, I own a pharmacy
Drink 'till I'm piss drunk-past Barney's streak