Luh Tyler - Been Working

Nigga (PBell)
Yeah
Nigga, Mr. Too Skii, nigga
Yeah, gang, gang, nigga
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Yeah, skii

I ain't never had a job, but, nigga, I been workin' (yeah)
Outside with a thirty ball (uh), I feel like Stephen Curry
Roll the gas up in a ball (nigga), it got my vision blurry (yeah)
We been steppin' on they neck (yeah), no, we don't show no mercy (show no mercy)
Bae, I might spend a check (yeah), but I ain't buyin' purses (I ain't buyin' purses)
It cost an arm and a leg (for what?) for a couple verses (for a couple verses)
I'ma ball on a nigga, go and get my jersey (go and get my jersey)
My bitch thicker than a snicker (ugh), yeah, she don't need no surgery (don't need no surgery)

I cause a scene
When I step inside the room, everybody like, "Who is he?" (Like, "Who is that?")
They said, "What's your name?" I just told them, "Mr. Too Skii"
Got her on her knees, didn't I tell you your bitch was a freak?
I got Balenci' on, I stand on business in designer sneaks
I told bro, "Fuck the beef," you tryna eat? Lets get straight to the cheese
Me and brodie smokin' on some- you can't even breathe (damn)
If it ain't about that business, I ain't even tryna speak (shh)
Only thin' I like to really talk to is the fuckin' beat (on God)
Nigga barely gettin' sleep, I been grindin' all week (on God)
Chillin' with my super freak, eat me up and then she leave (ugh)
Hate when broke niggas come 'round me, man, I swear that's my pet peeve (no cap)
We gettin' geeked up in the party, but we still on Q's and P's
Boy, you can't get high as me, boy, you can't get fly as me (no cap)
You can't get a verse for free, boy, you gotta pay that fee (no cap)
Her ass can't fit inside the seat, told her, "Let me get a piece" (come here)
All the ice, I'm 'bout to freeze, diamonds on me, 'bout to ski

I ain't never had a job, but, nigga, I been workin' (yeah)
Outside with a thirty ball (a thirty ball), I feel like Stephen Curry (like Stephen Curry, bitch)
Roll the gas up in a ball, it got my vision blurry (my vision version)
We been steppin' on they neck (damn), no, we don't show no mercy (won't show no mercy)
Bae, I might spend a check (yeah), but I ain't buyin' purses (ain't buyin' purses)
It cost an arm and a leg (what?) for a couple verses (couple verses)
I'ma ball on a nigga (yeah), go and get my jersey (go and get my jersey)
My bitch thicker than a snicker (ugh), yeah, she don't need no surgery (don't need no surgery)

Nigga, gang
Yeah, Mr. Too Skii, nigga
Yeah, Mr. Skii, nigga (phew, phew, skii)

Written by:
Donte Ononiewu, Parker James Bell, Pavle Kostic, Tyler Meeks

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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