Professional
Professional tag on the wrist
I got professional swag
Letting them go for the low
Smokedawg be popping these bags
Sensei fillet all the fish hope the young nigga aint mad
Im bout to roll up this gas
Sit on my ass
Figure out which way to dribble this pass
Mixing the gas with swag and a switch
Got so much green on me call me the Grinch
Running the pack back and forth its a cinch
Me no speak no English
I speak Gwuapanese
We get to the money
They be coppin these
They be coppin these
We ain't coppin pleas
Steady counting cheese
Snorting molly
Make your nose sting like a Bumble bee
Porter potty
Shitting on these niggas
Keep it low key
Cheap gas
Dam that smell good
For a low fee
Real talk
Nigga watch your mouth
If you in these streets
Switch it up
Had to relocate different property
Fucking up almost missed my play too much rocket league
I rolled up
Took one to to head
Then I killed this beat
LSD
Say I'm one with the wits
Say I'm the one with hits
(Yea that me)
Packing the bong to the tip
I Pack it up then I let it rip
(RIP)
Shawty be working them hips
I like the way she switch
(OOO We-We)
Shawty so hard to resist
My starter just hit the bench
(Tragedy)
Junkies be all in my crib
I should be charging em rent
I just be keeping real
Im just exploiting niche
I couldn't sit in the ditch
I had to get out and pitch
Took me a couple of flips
Just to put this on my wrist
Professional tag on the wrist
I got professional swag
Letting them go for the low
Smokedawg be popping these bags
Sensei fillet all the fish hope the young nigga aint mad
Im bout to roll up this gas
Sit on my ass
Figure out which way to dribble this pass
Mixing the gas with swag and a switch
Got so much green on me call me the Grinch
Running the pack back and forth its a cinch
Me no speak no English
I speak Gwuapanese
We get to the money
They be coppin these
I got the green like the Grinch
She bout to walk with a limp
I got professional swag I get the cash then I gotta dip
Smoke sad he bout to go twist
I got hustle like Nip
She tryna blow me a kiss
He said Im John Wick how I always hit
Im switching lanes in the whip
I got go now Im flipping the grip
Got a new toy that I got break in
Work for myself cuz I gotta go win
Im missing all of the people that slipped
This is my baby but don't got a bib
I made a beat then right after I slid
We eating good take a look in the fridge
We don't speak non English
We only speak by the code that we live
Now my phone keep ringing
Rule number one we don't meet at the crb
Neck and wrist keep blinging
I call her baby but don't need a crib
Please don't test my demons
Taking of tops like I just saw a wig
This the only reason
She watch me dance she like how I jig
Time to have a meeting
I say what I want I say what I did
Now my family eating
I cut the fish Im breaking the bread
Now Im steady peaking
Professional swag while counting the bread
Professional tag on the wrist
I got professional swag
Letting them go for the low
Smokedawg be popping these bags
Sensei fillet all the fish hope the young nigga aint mad
Im bout to roll up this gas
Sit on my ass
Figure out which way to dribble this pass
Mixing the gas with swag and a switch
Got so much green on me call me the Grinch
Running the pack back and forth its a cinch
Me no speak no English
I speak Gwuapanese
We get to the money
They be coppin these
I got professional swag
Letting them go for the low
Smokedawg be popping these bags
Sensei fillet all the fish hope the young nigga aint mad
Im bout to roll up this gas
Sit on my ass
Figure out which way to dribble this pass
Mixing the gas with swag and a switch
Got so much green on me call me the Grinch
Running the pack back and forth its a cinch
Me no speak no English
I speak Gwuapanese
We get to the money
They be coppin these
They be coppin these
We ain't coppin pleas
Steady counting cheese
Snorting molly
Make your nose sting like a Bumble bee
Porter potty
Shitting on these niggas
Keep it low key
Cheap gas
Dam that smell good
For a low fee
Real talk
Nigga watch your mouth
If you in these streets
Switch it up
Had to relocate different property
Fucking up almost missed my play too much rocket league
I rolled up
Took one to to head
Then I killed this beat
LSD
Say I'm one with the wits
Say I'm the one with hits
(Yea that me)
Packing the bong to the tip
I Pack it up then I let it rip
(RIP)
Shawty be working them hips
I like the way she switch
(OOO We-We)
Shawty so hard to resist
My starter just hit the bench
(Tragedy)
Junkies be all in my crib
I should be charging em rent
I just be keeping real
Im just exploiting niche
I couldn't sit in the ditch
I had to get out and pitch
Took me a couple of flips
Just to put this on my wrist
Professional tag on the wrist
I got professional swag
Letting them go for the low
Smokedawg be popping these bags
Sensei fillet all the fish hope the young nigga aint mad
Im bout to roll up this gas
Sit on my ass
Figure out which way to dribble this pass
Mixing the gas with swag and a switch
Got so much green on me call me the Grinch
Running the pack back and forth its a cinch
Me no speak no English
I speak Gwuapanese
We get to the money
They be coppin these
I got the green like the Grinch
She bout to walk with a limp
I got professional swag I get the cash then I gotta dip
Smoke sad he bout to go twist
I got hustle like Nip
She tryna blow me a kiss
He said Im John Wick how I always hit
Im switching lanes in the whip
I got go now Im flipping the grip
Got a new toy that I got break in
Work for myself cuz I gotta go win
Im missing all of the people that slipped
This is my baby but don't got a bib
I made a beat then right after I slid
We eating good take a look in the fridge
We don't speak non English
We only speak by the code that we live
Now my phone keep ringing
Rule number one we don't meet at the crb
Neck and wrist keep blinging
I call her baby but don't need a crib
Please don't test my demons
Taking of tops like I just saw a wig
This the only reason
She watch me dance she like how I jig
Time to have a meeting
I say what I want I say what I did
Now my family eating
I cut the fish Im breaking the bread
Now Im steady peaking
Professional swag while counting the bread
Professional tag on the wrist
I got professional swag
Letting them go for the low
Smokedawg be popping these bags
Sensei fillet all the fish hope the young nigga aint mad
Im bout to roll up this gas
Sit on my ass
Figure out which way to dribble this pass
Mixing the gas with swag and a switch
Got so much green on me call me the Grinch
Running the pack back and forth its a cinch
Me no speak no English
I speak Gwuapanese
We get to the money
They be coppin these
Credits
Writer(s): Stephan Goldsmith, Belmont Jackson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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