I gotta close the window before I record
Cause new york don’t know how to be quiet

Coogi down to the socks like I’m biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don’t get nothin’ from a nigga though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I’m lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin’! (Skkkkrrrrrrrr!)
Got me feelin’ like Jim Jones
I’m a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn’t copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin’, semi gon’ squirt
That’s what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves
I ain’t lyin’ – lay ‘em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
Damnnnnnnnn!!!
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put ‘em in the dirt
Frech got the shovel he gon’ put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he’ll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World

That ain’t Kanye
That’s Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just saw [?] with [?] on
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin’ for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don’t pray for me pray for the weak
I’m drinkin’ lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati I’m from the streets
Never saw my body, we takin’ bodies
(Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put ‘em in the dirt)

Shout out that motherland, twelve years old with guns in hand
They don’t ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
They don’t ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I’m your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that’s my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that’s your problem
I fuck with Asian niggas And I f-ck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y’all niggas might hate but
That don’t get no deal, I said no that don’t get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin’ this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
But work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)

A lotta niggas died, should’ve been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin’ like I’m 33, move keys like I’m 36
Ship O’s like I’m 28, Takoma know I’m pushin’ weight
O-X-Y I’m in your state, eatin’ off your dinner plate
My heart live with [?], super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin’ pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin’ off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put it in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you’re worth
Yeah, put it in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I do my shit, the pastor said, “That nigga turnt”
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin’ units, Captain Kirk, takin’ xannies poppin’ purps
Might not last, I’ll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse

A lot of homies tried, do the crime, homicide
Drivin’ by, poppin’ nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin’ “Ar, ar” ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I’m so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg’s
You know what’s up I’m throwin’ bucks
Loaded Lux, put in work