Sheek Louch - Back to Work lyrics

rate me

hey yo crack batta pull up to his crib around midnight

street shit, what you know? we only gonna fist fight?

hell nah, where they do that at?

where my ruga at?

see me comming out that black Benz with Miami hat

Pants sag, hundred thousand large in the duffel bag. Headed to my jeweler, my black diamond amueler

rozay in the coola, sittin back gettin medula. yeah, fly nigga but about my

now i throw a gang sign, nigga play nine handle alpine

stickin out my long John, yep

that's Don-Don

i'ma polishin my eagle, me and my hijo,

watchin sports center laughin how they gassed up on T-bow

fresh off a Canada, told em my throat is sore ah ah

ashamed of US money

cut the currency, more

yeah, auto up auction up, Toronto on my second leg,

had em ass naked kissin each other in winter peg

(come here baby) Wu-Block on the streets waiting for that monster

that money ain't correct so we waitin on our sponsor

2012, if the Lox ain't right, if the money aint correct then we gon drop ourselves

shit!

DON DON I'm just warmin up man, D-block!