[Verse 1]

Flex that beast mode

Bout time I applied pressure

Man 2 man or zone, nobody does it better

Calling all challengers, silenced from the silencer

This road ain't paved, swap your wheels and get your mileage up

Who you mad at? ain’t hard to tell

No shame I take that blame, but you take the L

Victory prevails, handle Hennessey well

Get that handle to your dome, jack your guap for my bail

Had warrants it was nothin', nothin' warranted this

Just a sucker mother fucker who tried to diss

You crackin’ jokes?(Crackin' jokes) you lil bitch? (You lil bitch)

This snitch caught a stitch which sealed his lips

Crank this shit to 11 hear a hater heart hold

Dare this dude to dash, bitch boy bout to bolt

Get guilty gettin gitty, ain't no sympathy with me

Cuz it really is a pity how witty my wit is really

[Hook]

Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah

Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah

Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs

Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you fuckahs

Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah

Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah

Attracting flies on you bum Muh Fukahs

Now it's gon be Oh Lawd fo you fuckahs

[Verse 2]

Round two ground crew, they move around you

Can't hear you, hater, my zone is soundproof

You look up to me call that the crowd view

"I don't fuck with his music" that don't sound true

Keep it 100 you don’t even gotta lie, Craig

My joints bump so hard they give you bedhead

At work dude with fuckin’ banana bread (Hell Yeah)

I'm the boss of this shit, Simon did whatever I said

So-Low the veteran I’m better than the rest of them

Mc's who peaked in high school, get your letterman's

Greedy feed me tweety, but that pussy is the preference

King Killa body any beat that's the rhetoric

Check the resume, peep the rap sheet I spit

Kitted to the Fade, 3-2-1 takeoff shit

Still rock the jerseys to flash my pits

Cool it the movement keep the moon lit, bitch

[Hook]

Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah

Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah

Tryin’ to come at me- Muh Fukah?

Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs

Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah

Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah

Tryin' to come at me- Muh Fukah?

Got a group of veterans for you Fukahs

[Verse 3]

Homeboy wait, this dude need to catch his breath

Was it right to the dome? or was it the left?

Rain down from the thunder - lightning strikes

These weak little whores boasting Thors might

My roar it shook floors and it tore down the lights

Mouthguard for you jackers and you overbites

Braceface save grace, put that bitch up in his place

Get paid- Gatorade flow throw it in a safe

Spin the wheel get the deal- advance the half-a-mil

I'm the legend no bagger Vance, bruh I got a big will

Bruh I got a big skill- next deal next meal

Dog let me show you how these checks really feel

This goes out to anybody that's reading about me

You carbon copies looking dumb and sloppy

Nobody on this earth could even try to stop me

Even if you shot me, I'm survived by Disk-Jockeys

[Hook]

Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah

Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah

Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs

Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs

Put in work got that work - Muh Fukah

Face first in the dirt - Muh Fukah

Brain space cleaned up on you Fukahs

Formatted now it's over for you Fukahs