[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a [bad word] though
All she get is hard [bad word] and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a [bad word] shining in the Benzo
Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!)
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in [bad word] up on a killer then I put him in the [bad word] up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a [bad word] get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who [bad word] at Ferg!
Damnnnnnnnn!!!
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World

[Verse 2: French Montana]
(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her [bad word] fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask [bad word]  for your ice
When they bare-faced, [bad word] for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies

[Hook]
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, [bad word]  all they do is bang bang bang
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a [bad word] from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I [bad word] with Asian niggas And I [bad word] with Migos
I [bad word] with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this [bad word]  immigration give you nothing

[Hook]
But work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)

[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q]
Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, [bad word] know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape [bad word] throwin' [bad word] back and forth, they on my [bad word] Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big [bad word] lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his [bad word] in front the Church
Deacon said I did my [bad word]  the pastor said, "That [bad word] turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these [bad word] go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse

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