Werkin' Girls

Okay I’m Rambo I ramshack

I’m next to that cheese like rat traps

On top of that green like grass ass

That’s over y'all head like snapbacks

I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in

Tryna find an ass I can put my fucking foot in

Run this shit no I run this shit

Don’t give one fuck bitch I done this shit

I did what I say I did

Did not fabricate one bit

I have been the fucking realest since my exit near the clit

That’s where I was born fuck what you on

All about me bitch fuck what you doin'

Round of applause bitches slap me with some clappin

Show my whole fucking ass like a fat bitch in chaps

But I’ll be running that shit like a motherfuckin' tracker

Like a run-on sense like a motherfuckin' chopper

Like a cheetah in the jungle but I’m motherfucking faster

Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor

Hold up I’m not serious I’m just playin — psych!

Fuck your opinion bitch I mean it when I’m sayin that

Money and more money is the only shit I’m after

You can cut the fake shit

I’m not a motherfuckin' actor

I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor

You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper

I’ll be on that other shit got that from my other bitch

She come from an island or a desert or some tundra shit

I am multi-faceted, bitch I do a ton of shit

Like I’m diarrhea or whatever's sitting under it

I’m nasty, I’m insane, I’m too much, I spit grains

I came from the fuckin’ bottom

I’m top now, I shit flames

I kick shit, like dope shit

Like no shit, like oh shit

Get in my way I fuck up everything

Like ho shit

See, they said that I wouldn't

I do whatever they said I couldn't

I’m not the one to be fucked with

Or to be tough with

I be on your head like duck, duck, duck bitch

I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists

Nah, I’m like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt

Like when you gon' let me fuck bitch

I’m an undefeated bastard

My tongue is the fucking rapture, bitch

I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered

I’m the one to be after, I’m sweeping you while I’m dusting

I just popped up out the blue, I’m spontaneously combusting

Spit a little different, give me just a minute

Beat the beat down bitch, fresh it then I kill it

We are not the same but they don’t really get it

Tell ‘em do the math, hoe—fraction, division

Sick flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic

Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning

Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it ‘til it’s flat dead

And never pass a rock like a motherfucking crackhead