Working On My Shit! - Hyzan

Bitch, now I am back on my shit, uh And I ain't got no time for you bitch Bitches out here acting like a freak Jumping up and down on my dick, uh Mind's in the backroom, it's fucking black I see a fucking demon, oh crap Feels like I am stuck in a trap Oh shit, I might fucking get a heart attack Baby girl, I don't fuck With your traps, you fucked up my brain really bad Oh, look now I am getting mad You better run 'cause I am 'bouta snap Now I am walking with this bitch She throws all these fits, she wants a fucking guy who takes all her shit Nope, I can't be the guy No, nah, I can't be that guy Bitch, now I am back on my shit, uh And I ain't got no time for you bitch Bitches out here acting like a freak Jumping up and down on my dick, uh Mind's in the backroom, it's fucking black I see a fucking demon, oh crap Feels like I am stuck in a trap Oh shit, I might fucking get a heart attack She wanted to fuck my life in love She wanted to break my pride, I let her She wanted to be by my side, I let her Now all she wanna do is take my breath away Fuck that, my whole life's being a game Fuck that, don't ruin my life again All this time I've been running from the past Shit made me come so far, don't even wanna brag Bitch, now I am back on my shit, uh And I ain't got no time for you bitch Bitches out here acting like a freak Jumping up and down on my dick, uh Mind's in the backroom, it's fucking black I see a fucking demon, oh crap Feels like I am stuck in a trap Oh shit, I might fucking get a heart attack

I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years Like I haven't been hot Like I haven't been woke Like I haven't been saying what they saying they know Like they ain't been late Like I ain't been wrote Hella bars these bitches not spittin', I'm gone I'm dead, I'm sleep, these bitches all cheats They bitin' my shit, mouth wide all teeth I'm sleep like Z, Z-Z-Z-Z These bitches could never thread count these sheets But I'ma still get the bag now, never will I back down Never have I been scared, I'ma hit the gas now Okay Dale gas, you feel me like I a patdown I'm about to give you fire, gather round like a campfire Getting a little smoky, I ain't talking about a glizzy 'Cause I got a couple bitches wanting me to sign their titties All I do is get to cities, get a check for getti'n litty Got a couple male rappers gettin' jealous that I'm winning How the fuck you let a female do what you can't? You pussy ass boy, what a motherfuckin' waste I ain't ever had a handout or begged for no plate But I feel bad for your mom for the bitch she raised, wait Y'all dudes lazy as fuck 'Course your fuckin' broke all you do is buy drugs And you can't even afford 'em but your mind frame sucks Can't stand your own self so you gotta get buzzed, fuck Yikes, get you some accountability Fuck your pity party, you a pussy wanting sympathy Let's talk grown shit, cash and liquidity You a shit talker and a fuckin' liability That's a conversation no one ready to be having Everybody wanna claim that they the realest in they captions Everybody wanna hop up in the booth and get to rappin' They ain't living what they saying They ain't really 'bout that action Everytime I hit the stage, that's a base I earned Keep playing with fire and you gonna get burned Motherfuckers too fake, I don't chase, I learn Bitch I paved my own way so you hate, I swerve You bitches can't drive fast, so you crash, I turn I don't even look back, I know karma gon' work I be on my own wave in L.A. like surf And I got your bitch in the back like, yurr I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years I been on my shit like I ain't been rich I been working like I'm broke and that's why I got it I'm a motherfuckin' mexican, I'm built for this shit Wait, these my motherfuckers thought that I forgot I'm that bitch? Like I ain't over going off Like I ain't over takin shots Like I ain't been a real bitch and there's a reason I'm a boss And I don't fuck with fake thugs, real life big soft Wanna fuck with a shark like they ain't seen Jaws Please mind you, there a shark up in the water now I don't know you pussies thought you was talking 'bout Bitches isn't as tough as they thought they started out Lucky I'm not gon' bother I'm busy with someone's daughter now But it's lit on this side, little bitch'll get by All the vibes been high, keep it one stack (stack) What a fucking lit life, hating bitches been crying Back to making racks and it's been like that I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz Like I haven't been rackin' it up for some odd years, woo

Oh how I'd love it girl, just you and me Take the day and fly But oh this job, it's got the best of me Tell you why, tell you why Somebody above is in a desperate state Some kind of urgency, the kind that won't wait I say tomorrow, he say today And the man in my head well he tell me no way Keep working I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs Will you leave me in peace while I get the work done Can't you see I'm working Oh, oh I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working on it Well they're coming from above me And they're coming from below Yea they're in there right behind me Everywhere that I go And my buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line He say gimme, gimme, gimme I say I ain't got the time Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working on it Yea, yea, oh tell 'em How I'd love it girl, just you and me Take the day and fly But oh, this job it's got the best of me Tell you why Well they're coming from above me And they're coming from below Yea they're in there right behind me Everywhere that I go My buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line He say gimme, gimme, gimme I say I ain't got the time Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it