[A$AP Ferg:]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand up! Ferg... AR~! AR~! AR~!
Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (BAAABY~!)
Keep your girl hit in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho, cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a n**** though; all she get is hard d*** and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical, bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window, so you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
BALLIN'! (Skkrrrrr!) Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt, that's what a n**** get when they gettin' on my nerves
I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb, ridin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
(d***nnnnnnn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth - Polo Ground, A$AP World
[French Montana:]
(HAAAAH~!) 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 homies on it
Her a** 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
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
[Trinidad James:]
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, all they do is BANG!
BANG! BANG! They don't ask no questions
All they do is BANG! BANG!
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a b**** from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I f*** with Asian n*****, and I f*** with Migos
I f*** with Haitian n*****, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all n***** might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
But, work... work... work
[Chorus: minus last five words]
[Schoolboy Q:]
YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
A lotta n***** died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
b****** throwin' p**** back and forth, they on my d***
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big t****** lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his a** in front the Church
Deacon said I did my s***, the pastor said, "That n**** turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these b****** go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
[A$AP Rocky:]
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 n***** who jack it be the first who claim we f*****s
My b**** is a movie actress, side b**** won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so d*** fine make a b**** 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
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand up! Ferg... AR~! AR~! AR~!
Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (BAAABY~!)
Keep your girl hit 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 n**** though; all she get is hard d*** 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 n**** shining in the Benzo
BALLIN'! (Skkrrrrr!) 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 n**** get when they gettin' on my nerves
I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb, ridin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
(d***nnnnnnn!) 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$AP World
[French Montana:]
(HAAAAH~!) That ain't Kanye
That's Montana - loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it
Her a** fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
[Trinidad James:]
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, 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 b**** from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I f*** with Asian n*****, and I f*** with Migos
I f*** with Haitian n*****, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all n***** 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... work... work
[Chorus: minus last five words]
[Schoolboy Q:]
YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
A lotta n***** 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
b****** throwin' p**** back and forth, they on my d***
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big t****** lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his a** in front the Church
Deacon said I did my s***, the pastor said, "That n**** turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these b****** 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$AP Rocky:]
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 n***** who jack it be the first who claim we f*****s
My b**** is a movie actress, side b**** won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so d*** fine make a b**** 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