Work's Never Over

[Intro] What's TGiH anyways? Who are they? Smoking weed all day, fuck TGiH It's BBP all day You already know what that bang bang for (PA PA PA) (Oh shit...) [Verse 1: Lucas] Fuck boys, tell you all I hear is fuck boys (PA PA PA) I think you done made enough noise Coming back like that, was your choice So don't get made when we fucking destroy Scottie Hall, still looking prepubescent Been like 3 long years, since he hit adolescence Become a man, 'fore you step up to my presence And that's man with one N, almost forgot that you dyslexic And if Eddie Cheddar Bob Know that you just set him off Legs fully healed, gun pointing at the heads of y'all Fans raving, they from Baltimore, it's Ironic, y'all bout good as that Baltimore kick Stop lying, y'all know I'm the god of y'all, bitch This fire, we must've lit a Molotov, shit Y'all Feeling all high after only hit Mixy, Graf, Hall, David, y'all should all quit [Hook] Work's never over We be on that purp, never sober You could get murked, bend 'em over You should know, work's never over (x2) [Verse 2: Yagod] Ghosts must be thinking that all this booing is scaring 'em Couple more bars I could've said, they wasn't airing 'em Oh fuck no, taking that shot, are y'all on heroin? No weddings but I swear that Jared coming from Marian Pussies spitting on some suffering succotash shit J. Graf seems to me like he's an upper-class bitch Scottie on his tip, when did you fuckers last kiss? You could come back, with no flow and dumb raps, another wack diss My timeline plastered with bastards, can't see we got it mastered Mixy, don't get me mixed up, this craft ain't cut out for you caspers Fill me with evil, my heart darker than David Y'all ashy, I mean salty, better stay up off my pavement Y'all better pray, I'm coming as a predator This shit heated, just check up on the temperature Extraterrestrial, this way beyond the regular But I ask you, at what point did I fucking need my cellular? {Hook} [Verse 3: Yagod] Check the individuals, only coming through digital Audibly made me miserable, bars are sounding so pitiful Check the residuals, only coming at you with visuals Once on flyer news, I guess now we'll paint a picture, too There's a policy we work with, demand and supply Mixy ask too many questions, that's why he work at the Y Popping on the Twittersphere, don't interfere with my misson Don't celebrate your Halloween like it's against my damn religion I Peeped your track, and damn y'all bad at this How I'm supposed to thank god for that wack ass diss? With the pen, willing to make a Young Blood bleed Twitter god, but on the mic you just can't succeed I'm a savage, Imma go and drop a jungle bomb David, quit rapping, back to the cabin, acting like Uncle Tom This one go out to the fans of the TGi stuff You only get half a bar : I don't give a fuck {Hook} (hold up) [Verse 4: Droza] No phone needed, but that diss was clearly written The title to your song is a fucking contradiction Your crew is number two like you screws are built from Dixon My diction is non-fiction, TGiH, no competition Thank god, I've been waiting a long time to do this Mentioned my name, boy, and that was just foolish Think this is a game, but my shit ain't humorous Make the wrong move, and you're fucked like a Rubix Can't mess with you squares man, this shit ain't cubics You thought you guys could rap, but you just sound stupid On the other hand, like Mayweather, I'm ruthless As if we're playing hockey, I'll leave Scottie toothless Speaking of the sucker I heard he got a lover The only problem with it is she's got a little blubber Next up, Mixy, this one's a little tricky I don't know much about you, but you're skill is kinda shitty I know you play lacrosse so that means you're fucking soft Your fans may be on, but your flow's a little off Keep bringing up the past, but I'm living in the future Obliterate you cats, and dump your shit in the sewer I'm just getting started, but I'm more than halfway finished Y'all were easy targets, half of you have been diminished You might have sparked a flame, but I'm quick with the extinguish You say i'm searching for fame, but Droza's already distinguished Work's never over, so time for my next victim Jared's too fragile, so you know I had to pick him You tried taking shots, but like Shaq you bricked 'em David, enough said, work on your damn rhythm If your bars ain't hot, it's because I'm cold blooded This lizard is a wizard with the gun, your blood's flooding You done fucked up with words, my squad's gunning White flag ain't enough for me, there's no running