Ballout - Them Works lyrics

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Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work

Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work

Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works

All my niggas grab me, swear to god, and they got them works

Got them works, hell yeah, ballout from the land

Got them works

He got them works, girl he got them works

Damn son, where’d you find this?

[Hook] x 2

Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work

Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work

Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works

All my niggas grab me, swear to god, and they got them works

Got them works, selling work, pull up in a Bentley spurk

All the hoes wanna flirt, cause they know he got that work

Summer time, on the block, beat so hot boy don’t get murked

You ain’t getting money boy, your ass out here snatching purse

You snatching purses, I’m selling verses, 5 thousand for a verse

I’m working, I’m swerving, pull to trap and I’m starving

Still got them chickens and they going for the whole dirty

Just bought the new Bentley spur they think I’m down to earth

I’m leaning, I’m swerving, they know, it’s no worries

No worries, these niggas, they out here, they snatching purses

They snatching purses, I’m snappin 10’s

These industry niggas lames

300 bitch to eat again

Just sellin dope, just sellin cane

Sellin raw ones, sellin soft

Bitch I done sold it all

You know I been ballin bitch, bout a rolie and an audemar

[Hook] x 2

Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work

Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work

Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works

All my niggas grab me, swear to god, and they got them works

Got them works, selling work, pull up in a Bentley spurk

All the hoes wanna flirt, cause they know he got that work

Summer time, on the block, beat so hot boy don’t get murked

You ain’t getting money boy, your ass out here snatching purse

Word around I’m servin, in the trap I’m working

Flippin birds, if you ain’t know, we’re now working

Don’t get nervous, don’t tell nobody I’m swerve

These bitch ass niggas might tell me they out here snatchin purses

I’m workin, I’m swerving, in a maybach, closed curtains

Niggas broke, these niggas dirty

Ballout ain’t got no worries

Ballout just snatching chains, these niggas better tuck they chains

I’m still servin, ain’t sit…pull up, down game

Still shoppin I’m still trappin, in the kitchen turn around round

These niggas talk trap but I be in the deathtrap.

[Hook] x 2

Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work

Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work

Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works

All my niggas grab me, swear to god, and they got them works

Got them works, selling work, pull up in a Bentley spurk

All the hoes wanna flirt, cause they know he got that work

Summer time, on the block, beat so hot boy don’t get murked

You ain’t getting money boy, your ass out here snatching purse.