Migos – Working A Fool Lyrics

Migos – Working A Fool Lyrics
Working A Fool
Migos
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    "Working A Fool." - Migos

    Album: Culture III (Deluxe)
    Track No: 24
    Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
    Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
    I'm smokin' a real one (Static is real)
    I'm workin' a fool (Workin' a fool, Dun Deal on the track)
    I'm grippin' my tool (Grippin')
    Right when I dropped out of school (Woo, woo)
    And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
    And his head ain't tight with the screws (Offset)
    I want your noodle, we spit out the cooler (Spit out)
    Patek the face 'cause I didn't want the Muller (I'm good)
    Stand in the trap, movin' bows like I'm Luda' (Bows)
    Bald head the coupe and I call it the Buddha (Buddha)
    This a Glock with a thirty (Pop-pop)
    Seventeen, a **** got locked up for burglary (For burglary)
    Pull out the mop in this ho (Hey)
    Get the Maybach and lay back and close all the curtains (Lay back)
    Walk in the room, I could tell she was thirsty (I could tell)
    Fuck on the Perky, get nothin' but a burger (Ooh)
    You catch a slugger, don't play with my brothers (Baow)
    Not with these knuckles, my chop uppercut ya
    Know they were hatin', we make all the butter (I knew it)
    We from the vague and we spank 'em with cutters
    Hit a lil' ditty and say shit on my mama (On my mama)
    Came on the jet, this a UFO shuttle
    How could I switch on my gang like a bitch?
    This the same brothers that gave me a fit
    Kick down the door and I made it legit
    Gotta stay down 'cause I ride with a stick
    I am too rich to be caught in the mix
    Forgi' lipstick, baby, blow 'em a kiss
    Put on a fit, copy my drip
    Thirty-round clip, Glock with the switch
    Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag
    Movin' this shit, ain't packin' no bags (Move)
    We rich, go back in your stash (Suu)
    She thick, we smackin' her ass
    Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin)
    All of these stones could never be glass
    I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt)
    A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah
    Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
    Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
    I'm smokin' a real one (Static is real)
    I'm workin' a fool (Workin' a fool)
    I'm grippin' my tool (Grippin')
    Right when I dropped out of school (Fire)
    And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
    And his head ain't tight with the screws
    Huncho (Yeah), tighten up (Tighten up)
    Steppin' out, **** be bitin' us (Bitin')
    Trappin' on the Can-Am Rykers (Trappin')
    Your bitch OnlyFans, gon' swipe up (Swipe)
    Young **** get in there one time (Get in there)
    Toss 'em a dime for the front line (Ten)
    Them **** killin' about mine (Blaow)
    Like Claude and Ray, cross the gunline (Uh)
    **** get packed up for cappin' out (Pop 'em out)
    **** pulled up with the straps out (Strap out)
    Where the white flag? Go and tap out (Tappin' out)
    It's a bando, not a crack house (Bando)
    **** be grouped out, phoned out (Groupie)
    **** ain't connected, he lacked out (Suu)
    I'm well respected, throw your pass out (Go)
    ****, they love me, then crash out (Uh)
    We from the Nawfside (Nawf)
    **** ain't ever been small fries (No)
    We on a jet, we be sky high (Jet)
    Run up the check, got me so tired (Check)
    Where the respect? 'Cause I want mine (Respect)
    Young **** hungry, he gon' grind (Grind)
    He got the fire in both eyes (Eyes)
    What you gon' do with them dollar signs? (What you gon' do?)
    Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag
    Movin' this shit, ain't packin' no bags (Move)
    We rich, go back in your stash (Suu)
    She thick, we smackin' her ass
    Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin)
    All of these stones could never be glass
    I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt)
    A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah
    Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
    Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
    I'm smokin' a real one (Static is real)
    I'm workin' a fool (Workin' a fool)
    I'm grippin' my tool (Grippin')
    Right when I dropped out of school (Fire)
    And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
    And his head ain't tight with the screws (Takeoff)
    My dawg gon' shoot, called me and told me to turn on the news (Watch it)
    When he get the drop, get popped, see red, I pay him in blues (Cash)
    I send my jewels, I've been at the go, you pity the fool (Pity the fool)
    You told, he went on the road, get put on a plate, he food (Food)
    We live by the code, ain't breakin' the rules
    This codeine I sip get abused (Drank)
    Perkys and Xanax a whole 'nother planet
    You can't walk a mile in my shoes (Nah)
    Know we do damage with hammers and cannons (Brrt)
    Hop out the coupe and they run and they panic (Run)
    These **** bitches, they need to wear panties (Bet)
    Runnin' they pockets, we uppin' the ante (Up)
    Too much money, can't manage
    We the ones gettin' all the money, can't stand it (Can't stand it)
    I remember trappin' out Cambridge
    Now I put a Rolls in a big boy mansion (Mansion)
    Thick ass, I bought her some candy
    Got that lil' ho thinkin' that I'm romantic (Romantic)
    They don't know the answers (Nah)
    They actin' like we ain't the ones that stamped it (Go)
    Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag
    Movin' this shit, ain't packin' no bags (Move)
    We rich, go back in your stash (Suu)
    She thick, we smackin' her ass
    Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin)
    All of these stones could never be glass
    I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt)
    A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah
    Swerve with the goons (Swerve)
    Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon)
    I'm smokin' a real one (Static is real)
    I'm workin' a fool (Workin' a fool)
    I'm grippin' my tool (Grippin')
    Right when I dropped out of school (Fire)
    And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow)
    And his head ain't tight with the screws

    Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball & David Cunningham.

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