Always Workin' - NLE Choppa
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Hah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Got-got it on Smoke)
Yeah (OG Parker)
The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweakin', they movin' like soldiers
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Hoe, they judges, I'm loadin' the Glizzy
Fifty plus fifty, them drawin' like titties
I'm rockin' Versace, I'm feelin' like Biggie
I bang to the pole, no company like Diggy
I'm up in New York and it feel like I made it
They playin' my songs on the radio station
Remember them days a nigga was slavin'
Now for a verse, they send me a payment
Always workin', I'm always in the booth
I saw a opp, he was lackin', you know I had to shoot
I tried to stay out the way, 'cause I got Mus-Mus
But don't get it confused, I wet him like a pool, ooh
The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweakin', they movin' like soldiers
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Pop him with a light and I shot about ten
You know I'm not selfish, I'm him and his friends
And free all my niggas that's stuck in the pen'
I took a few losses, I just wanna win
The Perc got me zooted, I'm outta my body
Thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Scottie
Seven point six-two, knock off his noggin
Hot grease 'cause a nigga is poppin'
The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweakin', they movin' like soldiers
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Got-got it on Smoke)
Yeah (OG Parker)
The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweakin', they movin' like soldiers
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Hoe, they judges, I'm loadin' the Glizzy
Fifty plus fifty, them drawin' like titties
I'm rockin' Versace, I'm feelin' like Biggie
I bang to the pole, no company like Diggy
I'm up in New York and it feel like I made it
They playin' my songs on the radio station
Remember them days a nigga was slavin'
Now for a verse, they send me a payment
Always workin', I'm always in the booth
I saw a opp, he was lackin', you know I had to shoot
I tried to stay out the way, 'cause I got Mus-Mus
But don't get it confused, I wet him like a pool, ooh
The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweakin', they movin' like soldiers
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Pop him with a light and I shot about ten
You know I'm not selfish, I'm him and his friends
And free all my niggas that's stuck in the pen'
I took a few losses, I just wanna win
The Perc got me zooted, I'm outta my body
Thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Scottie
Seven point six-two, knock off his noggin
Hot grease 'cause a nigga is poppin'
The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefin' with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweakin', they movin' like soldiers
They callin' me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They sayin' I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine
Huh
Yeah, yeah
