Working

In the booth or busting a jugg, working, I’m working
If my P’s go low, it’s curtains, curtains, it’s curtains
In the booth or busting a jugg, working, I’m working
If my P’s go low, it’s curtains, curtains, it’s curtains
Came home and they gave me nothin', I said bros I ain’t hearing cousins
I want cake, I ain’t eating muffin, no discussion, load and bussing
Got touched one time, it’s nothin', no gun, no knife or Russian
My niggas S had ten or sixteen, only now my papers are jumping
Bro-bro had the squeeze on his birthday, when we raise the suttin'
See, the mandem took me off penalties, same day I scored a point
In jail tryna stretch a 35, on road that’s never a joint
Or it’s my door off for the World Cup, Match of the Day, see me screaming out «point»
Close them curtains, I don’t know what spy is lurking
Could be obbo, could be the boys over there, they’re hurting
Add the Ray-Ray deuce and you know that Cali’s still burning
Third leg in dog style, so you know I’m tryna hurt this person
In the booth or busting a jugg, working, I’m working
If my P’s go low, it’s curtains, curtains, it’s curtains
In the booth or busting a jugg, working, I’m working
If my P’s go low, it’s curtains, curtains, it’s curtains
Close them curtains, ayy Jib, beg you whip that onion
Call that bunions, turn up and destroy that function
Face is bait but they heard how I deal with prey
Free my young boy, called me after he caught that case
Jeet the face, got a shoot, gotta jeet escape
Sticks in court but you know that I really beat case
I was on the wing with Skrilla and Brick tryna beat a MDT
Now I’m just blowing casino shots while the mandem twissing up weed
Pull up and freeze, I can see your chest move and breath
Put him at ease, give him two from the box then breeze
Throw up my C, free Dunks from my time on T
Smoke man, beating the shot like, «why you ain’t re-ing off me?»
In the booth or busting a jugg, working, I’m working
If my P’s go low, it’s curtains, curtains, it’s curtains
In the booth or busting a jugg, working, I’m working
If my P’s go low, it’s curtains, curtains, it’s curtains