Dark Lo – Janitor Work lyrics

[Verse 1]
Youngin’ came with his 40 thumping
You niggas still lames, y’all like 40-something
He bought my album then he listened, then I told him something
Your main bitch is humping, let me clip your function
October shit, carve his face like pumpkins
Always up to something, trash day, you dumping
Guarantee, I’m the last one you want to bump in
She pulled up banging my shit then told me jump in
Who talk it like this, besides this
Money got involved and side switched
I felt a funny vibe when my eyes twitched
I passed a burner to him, that’s my assist
I called [___] down, he body shit
Alligator in the tub, you know I’m from the mud
We ain’t need it, rob a pussy rapper just because
No guns on the rapper, let him get his buzz
County jail for eight months, got rich off subs
Your favorite rapper takes notes for me
I hearing dibs more openly, y’all pay homage hopefully
They say, “Lo, you’re in the booth” it’s street poetry
It’s where it’s supposed to be, spray you like potpourri

[Hook]
Was in the trap before they called it trap
Was embedded in the fiend, I kept running back
Niggas pussies, ain’t no purge happening
Y’all got some nerve rapping
Damn!

[Verse 2]
Biggie shit, robbed the train station
Missing shit, I brought this [?] to face him. I brought this thing to race it
I keep this thing on waist lift

[?], I paved the way, bitch

[?], let’s go hard if it makes sense
My arm hurting, your charm ain’t working
How you’re a G, nigga? You ain’t put no work in
Let my youngin’ hold the 40, he got work in
You got a stupid look on, stop smirking
He brought my 40 back, he brought the mac-10
This was back when O’s was a stack then
I’m the reason it had went up like that then
Met a plug with some oils, that’s the end
I could really talk that dope boy shit
Real shit, most you rappers, that’s ho boy shit
But I guess the fans like it, nigga, do your shit
Real shit, I heard your shit, it was doodoo shit
I hit the line right on Facetime
And never dropped a dime when I faced time
You niggas smoking woods, I’m the lace kind, K2 kind
Expose a pussy nigga and do time

[Hook]
Was in the trap before they called it trap
Was embedded in the fiend, I kept running back
Niggas pussies, ain’t no purge happening
Y’all got some nerves rapping