Letra de That Work

Loud, Green, Spliff, Breeds
Whatever the strain
Man i got that Weed
Buds, Nugs, Sour D
Puffing on the flower that they got from me
Haze, Kush, Blue Dream
Take over the block this a new regime
Sell a bunch of pot
Gonna scoop this cream
Feeling like im Snoop
On the stoop, blow steam
Big clouds, blunts, bats
Stomping on the roach
Bringing Death on Rats
Baggies in the brim of your baseball hat
Running to your crib
Fitta take all that
Racks on the table let me see what you hold
Came to collect
Let me see what you sold
Bundles of money
Got a couple things rolled
Let a couple things blow
Jumping in the Range
NO!
Hoopties for me
I ain't new to the streets
And i do to these beats
What i do to DT's
I stay moving these trees
Like a Hurricane Breeze
Better learn to say please
Take a puff and say Geez
These trees the bees knees
Super High Face like the guy on the Meme
The prices is right and the qualities mean
Its chock full of trichs and the high is supreme
Nobody competing with nothing i do
You call me delivery coming to you
Hello are you coming? please shoot me a text
The odor's concealed and its hard to detect
My brother chill out your delivery next
My sister be patient your pack on the way
My people enjoy the euphoric effects
They dabbing and vaping and taste the bouquet
WORK, a bundle of drugs designated for sale
I GOT THAT WORK, i get my work sent to me right through the mail
I GOT THAT WORK, this ain't no bullshit nigga this what i do
I GOT THA WORK, just dial my number i'll deliver to you
(HELLO?!)
The tracks that i'm killing
I serve as filet
Im carving up out of the flesh up a steak
I hit the bodega for soda and cake
The munchies have struck and im totally baked
Got 20's got 8ths and got quarters got halves
Got zippos and pounds where the kilos is stashed
This song entertaining my stilo is fast
The glass with the flower the brillo the blast
The papers the bubblers the hitters the bongs
The oowops we rolling unusually long
The bud that i carries unusually strong
Reflection of life and my self in this song
I got to break out now cuz spit pretty long
We kicking and stinking they starting to twerk
Before that i mirk there is only one quirk
That a hustling nigga's as good as his WORK
WORK, a bundle of drugs designated for sale
I GOT THAT WORK, i get my work sent to me right through the mail
I GOT THAT WORK, this ain't no bullshit nigga this what i do
I GOT THA WORK, just dial my number i'll deliver to you
(HELLO?!)