Work (SQ, Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand up

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a [bad word] though
All she get is hard [bad word] and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a [bad word] shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in [bad word] up on a killer then I put him in the [bad word] up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a [bad word] get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who [bad word] at Ferg! [bad word] 
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World

[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q]
YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK!
lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, [bad word] know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape [bad word] throwin' [bad word] back and forth, they on my [bad word] Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big [bad word] lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his [bad word] in front the Church
Deacon said I did my [bad word]  the pastor said, "That [bad word] turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these [bad word] go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we [bad word] My [bad word] is a movie actress, side [bad word] won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic
But I'm so [bad word] fine make a [bad word] look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work