Tarentino - Workin' lyrics

[Hook] I been workin' n***a Cocaina, she be flirting n***a Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' n***a Cocaina, she be flirting n***a Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti [Verse 1] p**y a** n***a you ain't never jug I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a k** (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, n***a k** a family member, shawty El Chapo n***a Throw your sets in the air for my blockas n***a Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka n***a I'm on the block my n***a Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my n***a Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian k**er I will never back down, I'm from Clayco n***a [Hook] I been workin' n***a Cocaina, she be flirting n***a Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti [Verse 2] A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you n***as, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang n***a that's the G set I'm like Meech, my n***a Bricksquad live off loyalty, f** you n***as Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters n***a, you ain't hard to reach When it come to k**ers, got a fleet my n***a Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my n***a I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my n***a Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my n***a [Hook] I been workin' n***a Cocaina, she be t**ng n***a Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti [Verse 3] Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your sh** Boy I must admit a lot of rap n***as p**y Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body n***a Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my n***a p**y n***as snitching, talking to police my n***a Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, bond money, case closed (Flocka) [Hook] I been workin' n***a Cocaina, she be flirting n***a Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti