Lil’ Duke – Lately Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
I been on that trap shit, yeah
I been riding ’round with G, we been juggin’ you dig
B, we been juggin’ you dig, huh (B Money)
Yeah, lately I been working harder than ever
I’m ridin’ ’round a dog with a-
Yeah, yeah yeah, lately I been working harder than ever
YSL, yeah yeah yeah, slatt

[Chorus]
Lately I been working harder than ever
Bought me an Apple Watch, bust down the bezel
Groupie lil bitches, they do what I tell them
Couple rich bitches, you know I got several
He want a package, I’m wrappin’ and mailin’
You cannot run, they gon’ knock off your melon
Runnin’ with nothin’ but felons
Young nigga get caught, they tellin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas better just stick to the script
I got a draco, can’t fit on my hip
I want the bacons and want me some chips
I cannot lay up, I f*ck and I dip
It’s not the first day of school but I’m fresh as a bitch (fresh as a bitch)
We turned the dirty cash into legal money, now ’cause we rich (clean it up)
Bitch I been ballin’ since I was toddler (swish)
I’m a big kid, got a whole eight in the bottle (lean, lean lean lean)
We want the smoke, give a f*ck else who want it (gas gas gas)
I want B Money, he want the blue hundreds (racks)
And I’m with G, he servin’ whoever who want it (whoever who want it)
That’s not your pack, boy you know you gettin’ fronted (know you gettin’ fronted)
Country boy they on the way, I’m servin’ they ass a dummy (they ass is dummies)
And I be puttin’ that dick in your bitch just like I’m a plumber

[Chorus]
Lately I been working harder than ever
Bought me an Apple Watch, bust down the bezel

Groupie lil bitches, they do what I tell them
Couple rich bitches, you know I got several
He want a package, I’m wrappin’ and mailin’
You cannot run, they gon’ knock off your melon
Runnin’ with nothin’ but felons
Young nigga get caught, they tellin’

[Verse 2]
I make ’em fly, I know the number one stunner
Money keep coming and I’m stackin’ commas on commas
We gettin’ money and we keep a band like a drummer
Keep on gettin’ money, he actin’ tough, hit his ass up with that llama (brrrt)
Put that dick in her once she started cummin’ (suck it)
And I got shots for whoever wanted
Back on the wall, catch us a soul, these niggas know they gon’ fold
I never fold, stuck to the code, I put that shit on my soul
Known ’round the globe, jewelry so froze, I make these niggas catch colds
I spent two bands, on some red bottoms, and I just took out the sole
Niggas ain’t real, they ain’t nothin’ like us
Hit with that money, I get ’em hit up
I was so broke and I used to stick up
Since a lil nigga been kickin’ up dust
We got more toys than Toys R Us
Call my lil niggas, they shootin’ shit up
Heart is so cold, I lost all my trust
Livin’ it up and we don’t give a f*ck

[Chorus]
Lately I been working harder than ever
Bought me an Apple Watch, bust down the bezel
Groupie lil bitches, they do what I tell them
Couple rich bitches, you know I got several
She want a package, I’m wrappin’ and mailin’
You cannot run, they gon’ knock off your melon
Runnin’ with nothin’ but felons
Young nigga get caught, they tellin’

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