Working On Dying, Benji Blue Bills, Robb Bank$ - Loose Screw lyrics

I'm Working On Dying

(Woo, Pssh Pssh)
She let me hit it, I feel it, it's grippin'
I told her don't run told her to get it
She catchin' the nut and she eat it like gum
You see what I'm whippin'
Just hop in the Benz we can go where you want
The bitches they want me to
Sign on they titties, i feel like I'm Kiss
These niggas' they mad
I'm making them with from the ice on my wrist
Play with your life
I'ma whip out the stick we
Ain't using no fists i was just rocking X6
I put your wifey on Rick

Hit 'em up hit 'em up hit 'em up hit 'em up
Hit 'em up hit em up
Man down, man down, somebody pick him up
Ask for a fade, I like how it's sitting up
Too many beans, this shit got me speeding up
All of this lean
I sleep while I'm sitting up

The shit that I'm sipping won't chase it
I really don't want your bitch she so basic
You puttin' your bitch in Old Navy
She could be whipping that brand new Mercedes
I take that lil' pussy and break it
I whip out my cock and she
Jerk it and taste it
She from Indiana, she pace it
She offer the sex but I only fuck faces
I beat it, I beat it Mike Jackson
She said to go fast even
Though she can't take it
Fuck Nigga, who the fuck you tryna play with?

(Huh) hold on, hold on
Ten-Four, bring em' on, here I come
Here I go original double-S E T T
What the fuck they on
Niggas' shrimp, niggas' clones
Niggas' pussy, niggas' hoes
Real-life roadrunner
Fuck with me and I send you up hit 'em up
Hit 'em up hit 'em up hit 'em up hit 'em up
Hit em up
F-N 57 gon' knock him down, pick him up
Bodybag, clean him up beat it up
Hit it from the back with the semi tucked

Hit 'em up hit 'em up hit 'em up hit 'em up
Hit 'em up hit em up
Man down, man down, somebody pick him up
Ask for a fade, I like how it's sitting up
Too many beans, this shit got me speeding up
All of this lean
I sleep while I'm sitting up