Worker Lyrics – Vae Vanilla
Singer: Vae Vanilla
Title: Worker
[BangThatShit
Punch what? Serve who? n#gg#
f#ck off, ayy, ayy, ayy
Punch what, serve who? Drive this
Right idea, but you got the wrong b#tch [Wrong b#tch
Take my own wrists, got my own wrists
Ten K on the rose gold chain and it’s dipped [And it’s dipped
When M.I.A., make ’em pay just to find me
Hit twenty-three states without a case, somebody crown me [I need a crown
Let me find out you said you put somebody on
Heard you cryin’ on the phone like, “Big bro, give me a loan” [Cryin’ to that n#gg#]
b#tch, I been active, they thought I was lackin’, I was stackin’
You was down before corona, I remember how it happened
On me, I was already sittin’ on some cheese
Know I caught some cars too, I’m always with it if it’s green [You know I did
That n#gg# ain’t the plug, he a motherf#ckin’ perper [Cap
I’m more of a finesser, not no motherf#ckin’ worker [Hell nah
Still push the whip ‘cross the map if it’s worth it
n#gg# claimin’ that he havin’ but his pockets really hurtin’ [For real, T
Boy, your name don’t ring bells nowhere
As far as name-droppin’, I ain’t even finna go there
How you rep a hood, can’t claim who you know there?
Cappin’ like it’s good, n#gg#, you can’t even go there [You can’t even go there
And you b#tches really lame, see me goin’ up, now she tryna ride the wave
Tried to steal the sauce, they said it don’t taste the same
I can name a hunnid ways for hoes to find they own lane, for real [Ayy, ayy, ayy]
Punch what, serve who? Drive this
Right idea, but you got the wrong b#tch [Wrong b#tch
Take my own wrists, got my own wrists
Ten K on the rose gold chain and it’s dipped [And it’s dipped
When M.I.A., make ’em pay just to find me
Hit twenty-three states without a case, somebody crown me [I need a crown
Let me find out you said you put somebody on
Heard you cryin’ on the phone like, “Big bro, give me a loan” [Cryin’ to that n#gg#]
Cheap price? Wrong n#gg#, oh, you finished? Go figure
Been a menace since I hopped up on that ‘Hound, a lil’ bigger
Told my b#tches that I’m back up in my bag, I’m so distant
Like, what I look like, goin’ outta town for four figures?
I don’t play with n#gg#s, I be on that get-it-there time
In a room with rich n#gg#s givin’ millionaire vibes
I got a hunnid, I can say it twice
She be in the trap, I’m schoolin’ Vae about Vanilla Ice
She be schoolin’ me, she tellin’ me to never [tell the sight?][1:48
I get down, best believe I’m doin’ walk-ups
When you really eatin’, you can’t never get that sauce up
[Tss] They can’t never try to off us
I can pull two hunnid out the safe until I’m bossed up
Soon as I touch, I find some ice to bust down
Playin’ with my bagger get you wiped the f#ck down, knocked the f#ck off
They don’t never like my last hunnid grams, it’s more cut
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