[Intro: Daveed Diggs]

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and put it in the pot

Mix the motherfucker till it rot

Roll it till it fit into the needle

Then you stick it in the middle of the hood

And watch 'em run it

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]

Got a bag, got a bitch by the bar (By the bar)

She bring the cash, catch a motherfucking star (Fucking star)

Pay the tab, pop another purple pack (Purple pack)

Slow it down enough so you can get the world back (World back)

Pussy in the air, pussy popping on the floor (On the floor)

Elevator up to 27, there she go (There she go)

Two inside, two more say they on the way (On the way)

Back to back, back up in the club

To make the jaw bone sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast for the rewind

Have to put it back piece by piece by

Please mind the gap behind the black sheets

Find sprinkles of

Sanity for the gums

Vanity for the tongue

Canopy for the cum

Damn it, want to be dumb

Skin is itching, you sitting bitch in the back seat

'Till the switch flip and you're spilling spit on the concrete

[Chorus 1: Daveed Diggs]

Pill under the tongue and let it melt

Catch the feeling for a minute by yourself

When it's needles on the bottom of your feet

You know the shit done made it down into the blood

And you can run it

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]

Got a Jones, got an itchy trigger finger (Trigger finger)

Got to go, Pablo got a couple stingers (Couple stingers)

Get a dab, let it get you straight again (Straight again)

Get a cab

Didn't mean to wake up in the same clothes

You been rocking for a motherfucking week

Don't let nobody get it twisted

You are not a fucking tweaker

Put the shit designer, cook up in the beaker

Put the shit designer, Gucci on the sneaker

Jaw bone sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast for the rewind

Have to put it back piece by piece by

Please mind the gap behind the black sheets

Find traces of

Residue in the pots

Etching you in the thoughts

Of every new city cop

The ingenue was an opp

Skin is itching, you just a bitch with a bounty

'Till the switch flip and you sucking dick in the county

[Chorus 2: Daveed Diggs]

Aluminum in between the teeth

Mean you probably got to get up out the street

Get your connect on the phone

And let him know

You got the paper in your pocket for him

And you need to run it

[Bridge]

Don- don- don- don- don-

Don't it feel like god to you

Who's your daddy?

Can he buy you what you want?

This is what you want

Don't it feel like god 'till you

Put that up inside

Run it up inside

Run it, get your life

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]

Got a deal, said they got a VIP (VIP)

Got a vibe, never had to show ID (Show ID)

Got to rush, got a water bottle ready (Water bottle ready)

Got a pill

Drop it and then shake it (Shake it), shake it (Shake it)

Shake that shit round

You all the way up and they thinking they down (Thinking they down)

Leave the club looking for that real shit (Real shit)

Grab a dub

Can you catch the feeling

It's the jaw bone sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast for the rewind

Have to put it back piece by piece by

Please mind the gap behind the black sheets

Find remnants of

Something inside your head

Rusting and running red

Must've been nearly dead

Then they came for the bread

Skin is itching and twitching, running a fat check

'Till the switch flip and you end up taking your last breath

[Chorus 3: Daveed Diggs]

Bloody on the inside of the lip

Bite it every minute 'til it split

Let the drip fall slowly to the floor

Until there isn't anymore

And you know that you need to run it