Janitor Work

Janitor Work - Dark Lo 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