Asap Ferg - Work

I gotta close the window before I record

Cause New York don't know how to be quiet

Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa

Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers

But really though, she a silly ho

Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough

She don't get nothin' from a nigga though

All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios

Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical

Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs

No tint though, on my window

So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo

Ballin'!

Got me feelin' like Jim Jones

I'm a pimp though, no limp though

Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos

Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt

Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt

That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves

I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb

Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!

Damn!

Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr

Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt

French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth

Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse

Yeah, uh, put in work

Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp

So much work he'll smoke up the Earth

Polo Ground, A$AP World

That ain't Kanye, that's Montana

Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it

Put him in the dirt, put him in it first

I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it

Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it

When they mask up, comin' for your ice

When they bare-faced, they comin for your life

Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak

I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep

Illuminati? I'm from the streets

Never sold my body, we takin' bodies

Put in work, put in work

Put in work, put 'em in the dirt

Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand

They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang

They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang

I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya

I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother

I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner

You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem

I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos

I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole

I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but

That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal

I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money

No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing

But work (Put it in work)

Work (Put it in work)

Work (Put it in work)

Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!

A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street

No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week

Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36

Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight

O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate

My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape

Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick

Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip

Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk

All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth

Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church

Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"

Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk

Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs

Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse

Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse

A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide

Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine

Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die

Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs

You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets

The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots

My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant

Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average

See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's

You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks

Loaded Lux, put in work