Workin’ lyrics

[Hook]
I been workin' n*gga
Cocaina, she be flirting n*gga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' n*gga
Cocaina, she be flirting n*gga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

[Verse 1]
pus*y ass n*gga you ain't never jug
I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill
For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey)
I'm Waka Flocka, n*gga
Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo n*gga
Throw your sets in the air for my blockas n*gga
Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka n*gga
I'm on the block my n*gga
Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my n*gga
Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm from Clayco n*gga

[Hook]
I been workin' n*gga
Cocaina, she be flirting n*gga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

[Verse 2]
A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess
Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck
Set the game for you n*ggas, that's a preset
Elm Street, Dirt Gang n*gga that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my n*gga
Bricksquad live off loyalty, f*ck you n*ggas
Waka Flocka name still good in these streets
Five thousand shooters n*gga, you ain't hard to reach
When it come to killers, got a fleet my n*gga
Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my n*gga
I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my n*gga
Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my n*gga

[Hook]
I been workin' n*gga
Cocaina, she be flirting n*gga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

[Verse 3]
Check his background, he ain't who he say he is
Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your sh*t
Boy I must admit a lot of rap n*ggas pus*y
Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies
John Gotti
Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body n*gga
Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze
Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me
Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my n*gga
pus*y n*ggas snitching, talking to police my n*gga
Now the feds tryna kick in my front door
I got lawyer fees, bond money, case closed (Flocka)

[Hook]
I been workin' n*gga
Cocaina, she be flirting n*gga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti