Ain't Gone Work (Shawty Lo)

All I know, know, know, know I know you hit everything, we won't fi go broke Ak 47 hanging off my trench coat They been tryina rob us, no, no, no Ain't gone work today, I swear to God Ain't gone work today You play, you gonna end up on our check today I'm a treat you like a wreck and I'm a chase it baby I'm a taste it Not again, the chris thugging, mister done done, ah 2 gun game but I brought one gun, ah See my fun got fuzz, and my one throw ones All my shooters got shooters I'm the shit that come Damn, I got that line for thought I got all kinds of plugs, I'm on my kind of drugs I need molly please, need molly please, I'm in love with her Not drink wierdo, I drink muddy stone That act the viss, no robo tuts Don't know what car to drive So I rode the bus The one I tour in, no promote for us I'm in haitis, patiently rollin up All I know, know, know, know I know you hit everything, we won't fi go broke Ak 47 hanging off my trench coat They been tryina rob us, no, no, no Ain't gone work today, I swear to God Ain't gone work today You play, you gonna end up on our check today I'm a treat you like a wreck and I'm a chase it baby I'm a taste it We gonn turn up the beat, 24 for a chicken While a ounce of the gat, 15 ounces of midget I'll go treat em intriguing, zero busts for a body Hunneds racks for the mase, hunned bags in the lobby Mpa body count, no chiko but they stunt Old racks on me today, good like old food stamps Run the lights on that stove All I need is a lamp If they ever start trippin, put this shit to an ounce I got so many drugs, it could last all year Just cause I blew here don't mean I ain't grew here Been on this shit so long it's my career I hit the club and make it rain, no dear All I know, know, know, know I know you hit everything, we won't fi go broke Ak 47 hanging off my trench coat They been tryina rob us, no, no, no Ain't gone work today, I swear to God Ain't gone work today You play, you gonna end up on our check today I'm a treat you like a wreck and I'm a chase it baby I'm a taste it, run, run, run Icecream man like I done cook it all Ground on the white split that oreon You already know, it's for the low I'm at the low, she a shawty lo 30 for a hoe like how the t shirt Try and rob me on the t shirt White cho, yellow line, shawty in the streets like the yellow line Posted on the block like stop signs Fake ass rappers need to stop lying Fake ass rappers need to stop crying King the bay kid, yeah I won't stop All I know, know, know, know I know you hit everything, we won't fi go broke Ak 47 hanging off my trench coat They been tryina rob us, no, no, no Ain't gone work today, I swear to God Ain't gone work today You play, you gonna end up on our check today I'm a treat you like a wreck and I'm a chase it baby I'm a taste it, run, run, run.