Ballout – Them Works lyrics

Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work
Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work
Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works
All my niggas grimy, swear to god, and they got them works
Got them works, hell yeah, ballout from the Lam
Got them works
He got them works, girl he got them works
Damn son, where’d you find this?

[Hook] x 2
Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work
Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work
Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works
All my niggas grimy, swear to god, and they got them works
Got them works, selling work, pull up in a Bentley skrrt
All the hoes wanna flirt, cause they know he got that work
Summer time, on the block, beat so hot boy don’t get murked
You ain’t getting money boy, your ass out here snatching purse

You snatching purses, I’m selling verses, 5 thousand for a verse
I’m working, I’m swerving, pull to trap and I’m starving
Still got them chickens and they going for the whole thirty
Just bought the new Bentley spur they think I’m down to earth
I’m leaning, I’m swerving, they know, it’s no worries
No worries, these niggas, they out here, they snatching purses
They snatching purses, I’m snatchin chains
These industry niggas lames
300 bitch GBE the gang
Just sellin dope, just sellin cane
Sellin raw ones, sellin soft
Bitch I done sold it all
You know I been ballin bitch, bout a rolie and an audemar


[Hook] x 2
Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work
Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work
Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works
All my niggas grab me, swear to god, and they got them works
Got them works, selling work, pull up in a Bentley spurk
All the hoes wanna flirt, cause they know he got that work
Summer time, on the block, beat so hot boy don’t get murked
You ain’t getting money boy, your ass out here snatching purse

Word around I’m servin, in the trap I’m working
Flippin birds, if you ain’t know, we’re now working
Don’t get nervous, don’t tell nobody I’m servin
These bitch ass niggas might tell me they out here snatchin purses
I’m workin, I’m swerving, in a maybach, closed curtains
Niggas broke, these niggas dirty
Ballout ain’t got no worries
Ballout just snatching chains, these niggas better tuck they chains
I’m still servin, ain’t sit…pull up, down game
Still shoppin I’m still trappin, in the kitchen turn around round
These niggas talk trap but I be in the damn trap

[Hook] x 2
Fresh as hell, they all looking alike, do you got that work
Hell yeah, on the block, selling all the fucking work
Used to be on the block, used to fuck at them works
All my niggas grab me, swear to god, and they got them works
Got them works, selling work, pull up in a Bentley spurk
All the hoes wanna flirt, cause they know he got that work
Summer time, on the block, beat so hot boy don’t get murked
You ain’t getting money boy, your ass out here snatching purse