Job Lyrics – Trigga Black
Singer: Trigga Black
Title: Job
I am not the type of n#gg#, you [What
‘Member being f#cked up
‘Member my shorties got them Glocks, always they up them then pop! [Bang bang
b#tch, we GLO, 300 gang, yeah we on top [300 hunnid n#gg#
And we switchin’ b#tches, switchin’ [Skrt skrt
With the crew, yo b#tch [GLO n#gg#
I’m a artist, ain’t talkin paintin’ [Nah, nah
Just got off the phone with Brandon [Ffp beep
Pull up on him, blow his brains [Bang, bang
After that, Tooka pack, that’s what we name it [Tooka dope, dope n#gg#
Shoot you off the Tutu [Bang, bang huh
Ridin’ with Choppas and Glockas [Gratatahh
Ride down 63, lookin’ for a opp [Tooka what?
Channel 9 news, call the helicopter [Who, whoo
Get on your job, we pistol poppa [Gang, gang]
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