Workin' (feat. Lil Mob) - MurdaGang Sleepy

Ayy, man, it's your boy Lil B Down in Ohio (swag), fucking all these bitches (swag, swag) Drinking Coleridge, swag so saucy (woo!) Posted in Cleveland (woo!), drive to Columbus (swag) Bitches suck my dick (woo!), 'cause my swag on a hundred (woo!) Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio (woo!) Swag like Ohio (swag) Down in Ohio (woo! Woo!) Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio We some rich, I don't give a fuck Real nigga, gold grill Ten thousand, no deal No single, just me 30 thousand for a feature Hood niggas, ten thousand Based God, your bitch call me daddy Where you from? I got love for Cincinnati, Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Throw that shit up Ohio, throw that shit up, you feel me? They know Ohio, Columbus, Cincinnati Cleveland, throw that shit up man It's way more spots If you from Ohio, throw that shit up You feel me? Fuck bitches to this, get money in this Cook to this, Based God for life I'm based in life, showing that love I'm swagging like Ohio, you feel me? Woo! Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio

Sheesh Back at the ocean again, right? Square one Waterfront, where it always starts Pull up like Italian mobsters Awkward, looked like I did things that I wouldn't honor Take a minute out the day, take a second for karma I'm alarmed by the critics saying I wasn't stronger Fuck 'em Only if they knew, I was really the strongest Seen a block nigga rise from the second he launched it—that was me I consider me a blessin' from God I took the pain when they seen I was a gift from the sky I'm realest alive Nominations, they don't even ask me Man, I rap for the love and my life is the Grammy Drake said he ain't cry when 2Pac died I bet a dub he ain't say that shit if 'Pac was alive I ain't hatin' on the nigga, I'm just speaking my mind I made 900 songs and they easy to find And I freestyled all of them, eat these rappers You can check my background—I make classics Nigga, realest alive Thinkin' based then you thinkin' business Rap niggas go to hell and I'll dig your ditches Glock 9, line 'em up, give 'em motion sickness Treat victims like a blunt and I gut the Swishers And despite how I look and I seem to dress You can't deny the big fact—that I rap the best Because my shit is all fact, beatin' half the rest Man, I came from the turf, that's half the stress Realest alive

It's Hoop Life We got a lot of competition on the court today I ain't gotta say my name but all I want to say is we ready to play I told my young niggas that this shit is kill season I send 'em an O.G now, they call it drill season I guess I'm stuck in the past with my old fucking cash I got straps on deck, no faggot I heard these suckas stealing swag They can't steal my swag it's two guns in the bag I made smart investments I own a couple stocks Put suckas in the ground I put they bitches on top The money on top I check this shit like Birdman You see me in the streets before rap, I'm the Birdman Like Young Stunna, I'm lookout and the runner I'm the buyer and supplier, I love to play, with the fire Tax niggas like we been doing, ain't nothing but shoo-shooing Tryna' make money move, niggas playing petty games Stuck in the 5th grade, I'm way past these niggas I'm so raw I slow it down to gas on niggas You hot, you hot today Like I said man we tryna' get you to score more than 15 and 20 points We tryna' have you average something crazy Some of these rules ain't fair So like I said we breaking the rules Every time Lil B play on the court He doing his own motherfucking thing making his own rules This Hoop Life, oh yeah Hoop Life toe Oh yeah we playing basketball for life baby Like I said man, we can do anything any-fucking day Anytime, Hoop Life mixtape we rocking Shout out to Lil B, Basedgod!

Welcome. This is Lil B Everybody put your hands in the air I'm rolling through these? I got bitches on my dick These niggas fuck with me Because I have respect And cause I Based freestyle They gotta cut me a check All these bitches on my dick And I just want some sex I say "that's alright! Baby you're OK! My name's Lil Boss Man my name's BasedGod All these bitches on my dick And I just want you to see [Hook] I got bitches, yeah! Everybody put your hands in the air My name's Lil B. Lil B for Lil Boss She let me suck her Let me do some things She let me see her naked She let me fuck her face She lets me do what I please I said I got bad bitches She said "oh that's not me" I say "you're my bitch!" I say "you're my bop!" I say "I fuck you all day And I will not stop" I said "I'm here for life Bitch you gotta love me My name's Lil Boss But they call me Lil B!" West Berkeley representative Coming straight from Basednam And I don't know what to do They ask me if I share I'm asking "who are you?" My dude is Hugh Hefner and he fucks with me "Hugh Hefner man, I got more bitches than you" He said "that's not right!" He said "you are a liar!" "Hugh Hefner, you see my bitches tonight?" And I'm young BasedGod and I dare you to see And I gotta question who got more bitches than me!

Great John on the beat, by the way Look Brand new whip, I race it Bad bitch wit' me, no basic, huh Still keep chops, got cases, huh I can't let a nigga take me out Watch how I run up a check, huh I bet they love me to death, woah Watch how I run up a check, huh I bet they love me to death, woah Ooh, pop Perkies, not Xans, huh Glock up on my hip, I bet this chopper make 'em dance, ayy Hol' on, huh, these Versaces, not Vans Lil' bitch gon' make it shake, she say, "It's jelly, not jam" Oh, woah, she wanna keep me alone, huh She wanna get in my zone She don't know I know she fuckin' the bros She out in Miami, she drivin' the boat, huh You can't say I ever fold, huh, you can't say I ever told Ride wit' my niggas, put that on my soul Push to start my car, huh, Moncler kept me warm Bro got chops the size your arms Two gun charges on my dome, huh Pray my lawyer keep me home, huh This your shawty favorite song, huh She gon' lick it when you gone, huh (She gon' lick it when you gone, huh) Ocean on my neck, I'm drownin' shit, huh Benny just drowned the wrist And I got up 'cause I was down and shit, huh Ain't have a pot to piss But they gon' act like they don't know, huh They gon' miss me when I'm gone, huh They gon' miss me when I'm gone, huh (They gon' miss me when I'm gone, huh) Look, trap got lit, look, and we used to sleep in that shit Money make her do a thousand tricks And I get money so she wildin' shit, up I bet they proud of the kid, huh, wanna be down with the kid Flex on niggas hate on a kid, sex, your bitch wanna rape on the kid I bet they love me, I bet they love me now, uh When shit got ugly, ain't no one help me out, uh I bet they love me, I bet they love me now, uh When shit got ugly, ain't no one help me out Trappin' out the same sweater, uh You know Sleepy do it better, uh You know he a big stepper, uh Ride with choppers, that's forever, uh Momma said you gotta change, like So I left and made a change, right Got the gang right