Baka Not Nice Gimme That Work Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got that tip from [?] and you got them pies
All my niggas Gucci, so they down to ride
Left my mask at home, we don't do disguise
Got a four fif' on my side in case they wanna try
Pull up, skrt (woah)
Grippin' the stick when I turn (yeah)
Smokin', I'm calmin' my nerves
Kickin' the door and I'm goin' in first
Family see me, they goin' berserk
Like give me the bag and nobody get hurt

[Chorus 1]
Gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey
Gimme that work

[Post-Chorus]
Trust now, you know I'm up now
She see me with a bag, she wanna f*ck now
They see me with a Aud', they wanna know how
Rollin' off a addy, I can't slow down (uh, uh, uh, woo)

[Verse 2]
I robbed your bitch for the night, I might just give her the pipe
I might just—
I might just dip in it twice, I might just speak of a spice (yeah, yeah)
She did it back to the kitchen, whippin' and cheffin' that white (whip it, whip)
Told her to pass me the scale, answer the phone

[Chorus 2]
And gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey

Gimme that work, hey (woo, woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
f*ck with my money, somebody get murked
Gimme that work

[Bridge]
Said, said, hey
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, hey
Said, said, hey
Hey

[Chorus 3]
Gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey

Gimme that work, hey
Gimme that work
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work, hey
Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work
Gimme that work

[Post-Chorus]
Trust now, you know I'm up now
She see me with a bag, she wanna f*ck now
They see me with a Aud', they wanna know how
Rollin' off a addy, I can't slow down

[Outro]
I'm 'bout the f*ckin' bags, my nigga
The two bits that made it true, my nigga
Now I'm flyin' private jets with the crew, my nigga
Where the f*ck where you when the judge gave me 13 years, 9 months?
Where the f*ck were you?
When my pops was in the court room in shock
Where were you when I was down below?
Yo, I got convicted of somethin' I ain't even f*ckin' do, my nigga
f*ck, man
We don't do the long talkin', ayy?
We just get straight to the barkin'
It's a OVO ting