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Working A Fool (Explicit) - Migos
Lyrics by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/David Cunningham
Composed by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/David Cunningham
Quavo/Offset：
Swerve with the goons
Swerve
Big stepper I just came from the moon
Step moon
I'm smokin' a real one
Static is real
I'm workin' a fool
Workin' a fool Dun Deal on the track
I'm grippin' my tool
Grippin'
Right when I dropped out of school
Woo woo
And my dawg gon' shoot
Baow baow
And his head hang tight with the screws
Offset
Offset：
I want your noodle we spit out the cooler
Spit out
Patek the face 'cause I didn't want the Muller
I'm good
Stand in the trap movin' bows like I'm Luda'
Bows
Bald head the coupe and I call it the Buddha
Buddha
This a Glock with a thirty
Pop-pop
Seventeen a n***a got locked up for burglary
For burglary
Pull out the mop in this ho
Hey
Gеt the Maybach and lay back and close all the curtains
Lay back
Walk in thе room I could tell she was thirsty
I could tell
F**k on the Perc' and get numb by the burger
Ooh
You catch a slugger don't play with my brothers
Baow
Not with these knuckles my chop upper-cut ya
Know they were hatin' we make all the butter
I knew it
We from the vague and we spank 'em with cutters
Hit a lil' ditty and say s**t on my mama
On my mama
Came on the jet this a UFO shuttle
How could I switch on my gang like a b***h
This the same brothers that gave me a fit
Kick down the door and I made it legit
Gotta stay down 'cause I ride with a stick
I am too rich to be caught in the mix
Forgi' lift it baby blow 'em a kiss
Put on a fit copy my drip
Thirty-round clip Glock with the twitch
Quavo：
Ride with that chop
Ride
Racks in my bag
Movin' this s**t ain't packin' no bags
Move
We rich go back in your stash
Suu
She thick we smackin' her a*s
Talkin' that s**t spin 'em like Taz
Spin
All of these stones could never be glass
I bandicoot crash it dash
Skrrt
A new pink Patek not goin' out sad yeah
Swerve with the goons
Swerve
Big stepper I just came from the moon
Step moon
I'm smokin' a real one
Static is real
I'm workin' a fool
Workin' a fool
I'm grippin' my tool
Grippin'
Right when I dropped out of school
Fire
And my dawg gon' shoot
Baow baow
And his head hang tight with the screws
Huncho
Yeah
Tighten up
Tighten up
Steppin' out n***as be bitin' us
Bite
Trappin' on the Can-Am Ryker's
Trappin'
Your b***h OnlyFans gon' swipe up
Swipe
Young n***a get in there one time
Get in there
Toss 'em a dime for the front line
Ten
Them n***as killin' about mine
Blaow
Like Claude and Ray cross the gunline
Uh
N***a get packed up for cappin' out
Pop 'em out
N***a pulled up with the straps out
Strap out
Where the white flag go and tap out
Tappin' out
It's a bando not a crack house
Bando
N***as be grouped out phoned out
Groupie
N***a ain't connected he lacked out
Suu
I'm well respected throw your pass out
Go
N***as they love me then crash out
Uh
We from the Nawfside
Nawf
N***as ain't ever been small fries
No
We on a jet we be sky high
Jet
Run up the check got me so tired
Check
Where the respect
'Cause I want mine
Respect
Young n***a hungry he gon' grind
Grind
He got the fire in both eyes
Eyes
What you gon' do with them dollar signs
What you gon' do
Quavo/Takeoff：
Ride with that chop
Ride
Racks in my bag
Movin' this s**t ain't packin' no bags
Move
We rich go back in your stash
Suu
She thick we smackin' her a*s
Talkin' that s**t spin 'em like Taz
Spin
All of these stones could never be glass
I bandicoot crash it dash
Skrrt
A new pink Patek not goin' out sad yeah
Swerve with the goons
Swerve
Big stepper I just came from the moon
Step moon
I'm smokin' a real one
Static is real
I'm workin' a fool
Workin' a fool
I'm grippin' my tool
Grippin'
Right when I dropped out of school
Fire
And my dawg gon' shoot
Baow baow
And his head hang tight with the screws
Takeoff
Takeoff：
My dawg gon' shoot called me and told me to turn on the news
Watch it
When he get the drop get popped see red I pay him in blues
Cash
I send my jewels I've been at the go you pity the fool
Pity the fool
You told he went on the road get put on a plate he food
Food
We live by the code ain't breakin' the rules
This codeine I sip get abused
Drank
Perkys and Xanax a whole 'nother planet
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Nah
Know we do damage with hammers and cannons
Brrt
Hop out the coupe and they run and they panic
Run
These n***as b***hes they need to wear panties
Bet
Runnin' they pockets we uppin' the ante
Up
Too much money can't manage
We the ones gettin' all the money can't stand it
Can't stand it
I remember trappin' out Cambridge
Now I put a Rolls in a big boy mansion
Mansion
Thick a*s I bought her some candy
Got that lil' ho thinkin' that I'm romantic
Romantic
They don't know the answers
Nah
They actin' like we ain't the ones that found it
Quavo：
Ride with that chop
Ride
Racks in my bag
Movin' this s**t ain't packin' no bags
Move
We rich go back in your stash
Suu
She thick we smackin' her a*s
Talkin' that s**t spin 'em like Taz
Spin
All of these stones could never be glass
I bandicoot crash it dash
Skrrt
A new pink Patek not goin' out sad yeah
Swerve with the goons
Swerve
Big stepper I just came from the moon
Step moon
I'm smokin' a real one
Static is real
I'm workin' a fool
Workin' a fool
I'm grippin' my tool
Grippin'
Right when I dropped out of school
Fire
And my dawg gon' shoot
Baow baow
And his head hang tight with the screws
