Testo GO2WORK - Yeat feat. Summrs
Testo della canzone GO2WORK (Yeat feat. Summrs), tratta dall'album LYFESTYLE
(We gon' bust your head, diamond)
(Yeah, what else? Swerve)
(What else? Diamond, ooh, Robin)
Bentley (whoo), truck (diamond, whoo, diamond)
Diamonds, uh, sun (whoo), (diamond)
In the night, and we demons, yeah we lurk (whoo-ooh)
In the day, and you broke, go to work (whoo-ooh, ah)
Diamond (go to work, go to work), diamond
Go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke
Go, go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke, yeah-yeah
Go to work, go to work, you a joke
Uh, yeah, I need nine figures
Chop they hand, chop off all they fingers (yeah)
Yeah, go 'head be a meme, they gon' forget about you, yeah
I'm the real king Yeat, you gon' stick, go get up out here
Yeah, swerve, swerve, yeah, we gon' get up out here
Swerve, swerve, I take the Lamb' out of here
Go 'head, bust your head, go 'head, give me head
Go 'head, bust your diamonds, you can get like me
Go 'head, bust your style up, go 'head, steal my jeans
Go 'head, get your shot up like a spring
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, diamonds on my team
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, they can't fuck with me, yeah
(Ha) might hit your ass with a fucking dart (ha)
Hop out the mo'fuckin' truck and make 'em hear the spark, yeah
Beat her cat from the back, I'm loving this bitch arch, yeah, huh
Replace her heart, I bought this lil' bitch Chrome Hearts
I'm stuffing the money in my pocket (what?), get too close, I pop it
Toot up the Maybach truck, this bitch got hydraulics
I still rock Alyx with the buckle, take off my belt and whop 'em
Or I might fry your ass on that pan and cook ya
Tryna catch his ass at the show, okay, we book 'em (okay)
Guns hot like the Suns, D-Book 'em
All of my niggas is crooked (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Get his ass whacked for that looking (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Turn 'em to pack like a Russian (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Stand over you then I bust ya (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(We gon' bust your head, diamond, we gon' bust your head)
(Yeah, what else? Robin, Double B, bird business shit, nigga)
(What else? Diamond)
Bentley (whoo), truck (diamond, whoo, diamond), diamonds, uh, sun (whoo) (diamond)
In the night, and we demons, yeah, we lurk (whoo-ooh)
In the day, and you broke, go to work (whoo-ooh, ah)
Diamond (go to work, go to work), diamond
Go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke
Go, go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke, yeah-yeah
Go to work, go to work, you a joke
Uh, yeah, I need nine figures
Chop they hand, chop off all they fingers (yeah)
Yeah, go 'head, be a meme, they gon' forget about you, yeah
I'm the real king Yeat, you gon' stick, go get about you
Yeah, swerve, swerve, yeah, we gon' get about you
Swerve, swerve, I take the Lamb' out of here
Go 'head, bust your head, go 'head, give me head
Go 'head, bust your diamonds, you can get like me
Go 'head, bust your style, go 'head, steal my jeans
Go 'head, get your shot up like a spring
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, diamonds on my team
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, they can't fuck with me, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Cooper, Noah Smith, Deante Adam Johnson, Javier Mercado, Steven Giron, Robin Deibert-patterson
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