Waka Flocka Flame - Workin' (Lyrics)

[Waka Flocka Flame]

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

Back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

I back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

Pussy ass nigga you ain't never jug

I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge

I'm a real trapper, ask [?]

For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill

I'm Waka Flocka, nigga

Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga

Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga

Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga

I'm on the block my nigga

Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga

Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer

I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

Back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

I back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

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 niggas, that's a preset

Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set

I'm like Meech, my nigga

Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas

Waka Flocka name still good in these streets

Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach

When it come to killers, gotta fleet my nigga

Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleets my nigga

I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga

Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

Back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

I back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

Check his background, he ain't who he say he is

Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit

Boy I must admit a lot of rap

Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies

John Gotti

Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga

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 nigga

Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga

Now the feds tryna kick in my front door

I got loyal fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka)

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

Back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' nigga

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga

I back my 'Rari out the driveway

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti