TrillTuga - Light Work (feat. youngstackzz) Lyrics

In yo' bitch bed, but I ain't there to fabricate
Grown man stash, but I ain't even graduate
I'm sellin' green like I work at a Packers game
Yo bitch a lil charm, I'mma call her Saint Patrick's Day

They want me to fall but I'm balanced out
Smokin' on green, call me "Salad Mouth"
I'll make it there and back without a doubt
Got your bitch phone on DND, I took her out of town

Hit her like Sexyy Redd, bitch, bow, bow, bow
Get a new girl cause I put her phone on DND
Me and her geekin' like DDG
Moncler got me chilly but bitch, I ain't eatin' beans
Doin' the dash like it's Need for Speed
Get the cuffs off her, this bitch into freaky things
At this point, she my sneaky link
Bow, bow, bitch

She eyebrowin' me like she Anthony Davis
If the lunch ain't for free, then I'm scammin' the waitress
He rappin' bout bread but can't make it
I need it now, I don't have any patience
My bitch a ten like she minimum wagin'
Alright, so, uh, minimum wage used to be $10 when I recorded that bar
But now it's, like, a little more
So it doesn't make sense now, but trust me, it's hard

Hollow his back like he went to the spa
We do shit ourselves, you be textin' your mom
Bitch, I'm a gem, I'm the best you could find
Shoot off his foot if you step out of line
I live like a mob, but I don't dress in ties
You at your job, you checkin' the time
I'll do the dash, but I can't even drive
I'll probably be able to drive by the time this song comes out

So it's not gonna go as hard, but, like, just trust me
It went hard when I was recordin' it
Ayy
Ayy

Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy

Brrrr
Bop
Ayy
Pussy bitches always snitchin

Till they get hit with the Smith & Wesson
I put it on my f*ckin' dad
I send you to heaven
Talkin' down on me, better be ready

For a lethal weapon
Hold up, hold up
Yeah, yeah
How you talkin' shit when I just sold yo' mom a crack rock
And you know, had to catch the fiends
At the crack spot
Two Percocets, and I'm out my body

Ayy, and your bitch get me sloppy
Ayy, and your bitch get me sloppy
Ayy, ayy
Shoot him in his back, no youngstackzzz I never lack

I'ma pop out with the Mac
I'm gon' take your f*ckin' chain
Know I bang for my gang
If it's red, then you dead

It's big blue, I don't give a f*ck
Not about you
And I'm laughin' all the way
To the bank, countin' up these blues

And your bitch just passed me the drink
And you know I was bulletproof
Pussy bitches shootin' at me
Actin' like I won't

Blow they f*ckin' head off
F*ckin' with me, you gon' get hit up
With the red dot
I don't smoke no weed, lil' bitch, you know I'm smokin' dead opps

I got fed-ups, I got dead-ups
I got snitches, I got bitches
And you all get hit with switches
And I put that on my dad

I'ma crash out, fat kid
Never played no sports
Call me a crash lead
Yeah, ayy

I ain't f*ckin' on your bitch
If that hoe got some acne
Wait, huh, huh
Bitch, lil' bitch

Bop, bop
Brr, bop, bop, bop
Bitch