Zelooperz, ES, Matrax - Essential Worker lyrics

Bitch came in with Afro, thats eccentric
Bitch I got a job for you
Want to be my apprentice?
I deal with different model tools
I tell you to get in it
First time that I pimped the bitch
I was so winded
Jesus talking to me upstairs like
"Are you sure?"
These bitches got a lot from me
They all my whores
Came through off the policies
I been here before
Baby thin like a tripwire
I'm boutta watch it blow
Put my finger tip in the air
You know I'm locked and loaded
Can you perform for me? Keep
Throwin that ass up bounce, accounting
Baby girl boutta add it up

Only gave her forty dollars
She don't seem mad as fuck
Then she got to the crib
Now she beggin me to fuck
Tell me where your Sketchers is
Cause you lit as fuck
Buy a bitch anything just to put
A smile on her face
Ain't trickin if he got it
Cause I'm still in the race
Whats your prerogative? Don't make
Me grab the drac
Niggas been pussy since they born
They see it in they face
I can't talk to a pussy snitch nigga
Affidavit's
I don't be too disappointed cause thats
What yo mama made ya
Make the pussy stand up
Cut a nigga like a seration

Been knew niggas fake (Aha)
Twin gone grab the drac (Aha)
Rollin up that pressure (Aha)
Now it's time to bake (Aha)
Up north with my plug (Aha)
On his private lake (Aha)
Boss during Covid, Essential Workers (Aha)
I'm a business merchant (Aha)
Pack on preorder (Aha) half (Aha)
Bentley came from burners (Aha)

Me and my dogs, fuck the system
I love my gang, fuck your members
Ridin round with an AR with a switch on it
You up the pistol
Give a fuck about the fame
You can keep the mentions
I had a penthouse in the bay
And we shipped them bitches
I can't relate to my old
Friends because I'm thinkin different
If I buy it one time I
Could buy it twenty times, no kidding
(No Cap) and I know they gettin sick
Cause my bag gettin bigger
Damn near could retire off how much
I made and live off interest
If my opp leakin on the floor
You know it was my hitman
I don't gotta pay a fuckin dolla
For you to get shit bagged
I really love my family, don't fuck with mine

My heart is pure
Damn sure ain't tellin' lies
FN's and Xd's dawg I love the fire
My brother home
He made thirty thousand off a thousand miles
I gotta keep shit secret
I don't know none of y'all
Can't mix business with friendships cause
I got blood involved and I know my bitch mad
Cause she not involved
And I ain't boutta post no
Pictures till my brothers home