I Got Da Works by XolanI Lyrics

[Intro]
Balenciaga
Dis a di final saga (The beat cartel)
Slap you up like a Piñata

[Verse 1]
Sippin' Henny and the bitches plenty
And my pants sagging 'cause my pocket's heavy
Pack my Remy, so I'm always ready
All my niggas ruthless and my bitches deadly
I swear to God, these niggas wanna see me locked up in the penitentiary
These niggas fake as fuck, acting like your friends
Nah nigga, you deserve an Emmy, Ahh

[Hook]
Hey, I got the works if you want it
Hey, I know I'm a pussy junky
Mad niggas wanna be like me someday
Hey, I run a train like the railway
Pass the pussy to my nigga, yea it Ricochet
Make your bitch pussy cream like a Sunday
[Verse 2]
I got a hoopty now, but I swear to God
Nigga, on my moms, Imma buy my Bentley
Slay my shows, everywhere I go
And I still perform, even if it's empty
Do it for the ones who stay here
Dem niggas new to this, they in Daycare
I'm spitting rhymes from line to line and I'm fucking words like Shakespeare
Keep stacking up, stacking up like stairs
In a couple years, I'm a millionaire
Give zero fucks, I'm cold hearted, so I hibernate like a Polar bear
Automatic, but I'm shifting gears
Nigga, ceiling high, with a chandelier
Barely started, niggas always hated, niggas always said I wouldn't make it here
I know where I wanna be, Imma make it there
Nigga, where I wanna be Imma make it there
One of a kind, I'm outta my mind, pussy niggas can't compare
Shitting on these pussy niggas, that's biological warfare

[Hook]
Hey, I got the works if you want it
Hey, I know I'm a pussy junky
Mad niggas wanna be like me someday
Hey, I run train like the railway
Pass the pussy to my nigga, yea it Ricochet
Make your bitch pussy cream like a Sunday
[Verse 3]
When you see me poppin', know I'm never stopping
Fingers lifting every time I'm shopping
Bitches poppin' when the bass dropping
Always hot, nigga never flopping
Ain't no stopping when my choppers chopping
If you violate, you better buy a coffin
Snipers on the top side, always watching
Bitches flockin', Hydraulics hopping
Fuck a bitch on my hood, yea she call me Robin
Neck swinging, but she ain't nodding
Jamaican ganja, know it got me coughing
All my niggas in the whip, yea we hot boxing

[Bridge]
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

[Verse 4]
Digging and digging, I came for the gold
Sparking up my spliff is already rolled
Zully the king, better do what you told
Ya bitch on my chest, said she like my cologne
She sit on my dick and I sit on the throne
You make her laugh, but I make her moan
I make your bitch cream, I ain't talking cone
I am a dog, nigga throw me a bone
Your bitch call my phone, so I put her on hold
She knocked on my door left her out in the cold
I am a beast, I cannot be controlled
Zully the one, so you better behold
The rapper of rappers, Prophecy foretold
Got so many bars, bars manifold[?]
Star when I'm young, legend when I'm old
Better your bitches stop calling my phone
My rapping is fatal when I'm in my zone
Oh, I remember when I was alone
Niggas would not even give me a loan
I had to hustle, make it on my own
All of 'em niggas is selling their souls
I know that I've sinned so I've got to atone, Lord
(The beat cartel)
[Hook]
Hey, I got the works if you want it
Hey, I know I'm a pussy junky
Mad niggas wanna be like me someday
Hey, I run a train like the railway
Pass the pussy to my nigga, yea it Ricochet
Make your bitch pussy cream like a Sunday
Hey, I got the works if you want it
Pass the pussy to my nigga, yea it Ricochet
Hey, I got the works if you want it
Hey, I know I'm a pussy junky
Mad niggas wanna be like me someday
Hey, I run a train like the railway
Pass the pussy to my nigga, yea it Ricochet
Make your bitch pussy cream like a Sunday