Wes Fargo, Bigga Rankin, Bobby Fishscale - We Workin Lyrics

Nigga, if you've been to jail three motherfuckin' times in one month
For sellin' nickel bags of weed, get you a day job, nigga
You ain't no D-Boy, you practicin', nigga
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close his curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap House dirty, usin' sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
Cant even cash out on a bow, but always talkin' bout some birdies
Ayy, what's your purpose?
Ayy, what's your purpose in the trap
Is you doin' it for the points or you just want some IG clout
I just put two dollars on a thousand bands, man, fuck a drought
They just intercept my load like I ain't got another route
That shit count
Four Cubans on my neck, yeah, I'm a Cuban
Got design for thirty-five, this shit right here be lookin' fruity
Got a lil' hoe like a c8 yeah her top, you know she lose it
I be in the trenches every day, just pull up, come and view me
She said, Fargo, flew her , I step up in the trenches in a white tee
These diamonds came from Wafi, they kickboxin' and playin' hockey
I done brought so many, whips through the hood, they wanna indict me
She said, Fargo, why you pull up so damn icy
I said, one night me, just enlighten me
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close his curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap house dirty, use the sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
Can't even cash out on no bow, but I always talkin' bout some birdies
What's your purpose
What's your motherfuckin' purpose
In the trap, ain't got no plates
Bitch, you must don't know the rules, this shit eat or you get ate
I'ma pull up, get the money, then you know I gotta skate
I ain't friendly' with you niggas, I ain't tryna conversate
Caught this lil' bitch at the store, she go to Carolina State
She was buyin' grabba leaf, say she tryna get a eighth
put that fin in her life, now I'm trappin' out of place
I'm a certified trapper, bitch, I trap in different states
Put them bitches on the road, have them to yo' ass today
I been practicing my Spanish, tell my migo, undelay
Me and Wes done linked up, that's two thousand plates a day
Anytime you in Florida, bitch, you know your face skade
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close the curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap house dirty, using sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
can't even cash out on a bow, but I always talkin' bout some birdies
Ayy, what's your purpose
written by Wesley Lotharp

Nigga, if you've been to jail three motherfuckin' times in one month
For sellin' nickel bags of weed, get you a day job, nigga
You ain't no D-Boy, you practicin', nigga
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close his curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap House dirty, usin' sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
Cant even cash out on a bow, but always talkin' bout some birdies
Ayy, what's your purpose?
Ayy, what's your purpose in the trap
Is you doin' it for the points or you just want some IG clout
I just put two dollars on a thousand bands, man, fuck a drought
They just intercept my load like I ain't got another route
That shit count
Four Cubans on my neck, yeah, I'm a Cuban
Got design for thirty-five, this shit right here be lookin' fruity
Got a lil' hoe like a c8 yeah her top, you know she lose it
I be in the trenches every day, just pull up, come and view me
She said, Fargo, flew her , I step up in the trenches in a white tee
These diamonds came from Wafi, they kickboxin' and playin' hockey
I done brought so many, whips through the hood, they wanna indict me
She said, Fargo, why you pull up so damn icy
I said, one night me, just enlighten me
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close his curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap house dirty, use the sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
Can't even cash out on no bow, but I always talkin' bout some birdies
What's your purpose
What's your motherfuckin' purpose
In the trap, ain't got no plates
Bitch, you must don't know the rules, this shit eat or you get ate
I'ma pull up, get the money, then you know I gotta skate
I ain't friendly' with you niggas, I ain't tryna conversate
Caught this lil' bitch at the store, she go to Carolina State
She was buyin' grabba leaf, say she tryna get a eighth
put that fin in her life, now I'm trappin' out of place
I'm a certified trapper, bitch, I trap in different states
Put them bitches on the road, have them to yo' ass today
I been practicing my Spanish, tell my migo, undelay
Me and Wes done linked up, that's two thousand plates a day
Anytime you in Florida, bitch, you know your face skade
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close the curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap house dirty, using sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo from L.A. and I be keepin' dish detergent
He be all up in the midst and tell the truth, I heard he workin
can't even cash out on a bow, but I always talkin' bout some birdies
Ayy, what's your purpose
written by Wesley Lotharp