WURK Songtext
von Daddyphatsnaps

You feel it in your stomach (Ayy)
We ′bout to run it, run it (Woo, woo, ah)

Run it, run it, run them pockets (Work)
That's the kind of beat that make you wanna murk
Run it, run it, run them profits (Work)
If you ain′t goin' in the mud, get dirty
Run it, run it, run them optics (Work)
Red dot to the dome, I burn 'em (Work)
Ayy, we ′bout to run it up (Work)
Ayy, we ′bout to run it up (Work)


We about to run it up (Ayy)
If I'm goin′, I ain't goin′ for a runner-up (Ayy)
Slow it down, motherfucker, we ain't done enough
I′ve been waiting, tryna hit the moment like I'm double-dutchin', ooh
Stunnin′, bitch, I′m goin' for the uppercut (Ooh)
Cake-eatin′ bitches bummin', tryna cuddle up
Barkin′ 'bout the opps and how they ridin′ on your jock
All that blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé, stop (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, who? (Who?), blam, blam
Who come and getting they man, man? (Ooh)
Bitch, I be headin' out first
Mink, mink, mink, feelin' like Van Damme (Ooh)
I′m tryna innovate (Yeah)
How you think you invented, but imitate? (Yeah)
How you think you invented, but simulate it? (Yeah)
Can′t be gunnin' for second, but livin′ great
You said I'm not, then who? (Who?) Who?
It ain′t you (It ain't you)
If you ain′t workin' for the crown,
then what you do? (Bitch, what you doin'?)
We for that work, we for that work
You ′bout that provin′, you 'bout that provin′
You tell 'em go dumb hard, huh, and start actin′ stupid
Bitch, what is you doin'? (Doin′)

I'm a sinner (Yeah), so, Lord,
forgive this track I'm bumpin′ (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
We makin′ hitters (Woo, woo), I promise I won't sin for nothin′ (Ayy)
You feel that heat (Yeah),
I know you feel that bass, it's rumblin′ (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
You feel it in your stomach (Ayy, ayy),
we 'bout to run it, run it, run it (Woo, woo, ah)

Run it, run it, run them pockets (Work)
That′s the kind of beat that make you wanna murk
Run it, run it, run them profits (Work)
If you ain't goin' in the mud, get dirty
Run it, run it, run them optics (Work)
Red dot to the dome, I burn ′em (Work)
Ayy, we ′bout to run it up (Work)
Ayy, we 'bout to run it up


Run it, run it, run it, woah (Woah)
They salty, I know (Know)
My poets, my flow (Flow)
And they takin′ turns on my pole
Big pause, but you know what I'm sayin′
Say you gon' slide, I′m a slayer
Sayin' I stutter, I'ma say it
I suffer, I′m strengthened, it can be similar, fam
Work, work
Bitch, I got ′em running in a circle (Ooh)
They try when they fuckin' with the workflow (Ooh)
Game time, but your motherfuckin′ euro wanna, mm
Might reach for the turbo on 'em, mm
My piece got a thermo on it, mm
My piece got a fur coat on it
Cold world, these nuts, you could gurgle on ′em (Ooh)
What he say? (What he say?)
You gon' be bangin′ this shit in your eardrums (Ooh)
And it hit like a spear gun (Ooh),
get you watery all in your tear ducts (Ooh)
All that shit that I'm spittin' so cold,
it should probably come with some earmuffs (Woah)
′Cause they record, they cover their hands like, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Bitch, you out of yo′ mind?
(Yo' mind) Bitch, you out of yo′ depth (Yo' depth)
You ain′t been on that grind (That grind), quarter pound of your flesh
And now you talkin' that big bank (Big
bank), no, you ain′t cashin' that check
'Cause all we do is that work, better not step where we step, bitch

Ooh, ayy, so if you listenin′ to this
track, I know you out here tryna work
Y′all tryna get it, y'all tryna get your money up
Y′all tryna get your life up, y'all tryna get your relationships up
You tryna get whatever you need to get up
This how you gon′ do it, let me show you real quick, we

Work, get your ass up
Yeah, get your ass up
Work, get your ass up
Yeah, get your ass up
Work, get your- it's that simple, we (Work)
Get your- it′s that simple, we (Work)
Get your- it's that simple, we-
Yeah, get your ass up