LEG DAY (WHAT WOULD BABY DO) Video (MV)

I know she bad, I know she got a body
And her gram is popping, but she basic to me
Couldn't hold up in a conversation with me, heavy
Like I ain't have the foreign bitches busting up the Telly
She want Taos, but I am not impressed throw in the towel
If we talking buckets every shot your tossing that's a foul,
Moving flagrant on me, 3 strike rule and then it's nuclear when
I slide through f*cking on your friends what it's gone do to yah
Never claimed to be a saint but baby I'll anoint that pussy
Might just pull a boosie shawty wipe it down, baby treat that pussy like a water spou
I've been in a drought, not the type to bring to mamas house cause might just knock it down
Call me warden way I'm moving on yah might just lock it down

Told em get they ass too work you know it's leg day
Big hustler, I ain't breaking bread if you ain't wife
I ain't a bird feeding, think you could finesse me out these crumb
I got that little bop, I'm sliding out the way
I can't be bargained with, It's up
And we keep it stuck tell me tryna manage who
Crying over bitches why you think I'll follow you
There is nothing you can teach me, I'm the leader of my crew
I am the work, I run the work, I own the work, and on repeat

Hit em back to back to back to back like ace and bill
Cause I always hit the target with these goals and double funds
If there's henny in my cup I might just slide up in this bitch
Like I got ops but really I'm just with my dancing shoes and shit
Pull up my pants Dominicano with it
Bust my ones and twos just like how grandad did it
Took a minute just to prove to niggas never been a gimmick
Let me park this, Take that ass toss it back and reverse it
I'm worth it, I land on her like a strip tease that's a go-around
I land on her like I hid deeds I don't own shit
So I don't know why niggas out here thinking that they're owed shit
I'm quiet but when something hit my radar than I'm on shit
I'm leaning in
I can't help I'm somewhat of star
I got that glow about me, scheming
Making moves again
I'm jetting off
Way too many bags I might not ever land
It's costly, f*cking with a hater
God damn gotta brush em off me

Told em get they ass too work you know it's leg day
Big hustler, I ain't breaking bread if you ain't wife
I ain't a bird feeding, think you could finesse me out these crumb
I got that little bop, I'm sliding out the way
I can't be bargained with, It's up
And we keep it stuck tell me tryna manage who
Crying over bitches why you think I'll follow you
There is nothing you can teach me, I'm the leader of my crew
I am the work, I run the work, I own the work, and on repeat