Pros
If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros
I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road
I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole
Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows
But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor
Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones
Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home
I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows
I was onna east had to stop by Jaja P
We get them bows for the low yea we get them cheap
God damn this dog barking yeah it's off the leash
All we do is up the sco they don't want no beef
When it's money onna flo ima use my feet
Pulling all nighters I can't get no sleep
Pulling all nighters seven days a week
We bad at math in class nigga but not in the streets
Threw the water onna girl it bubbled like grease
I don't know niggas bro who the fuck is he
This the story of a kid who be inna streets
I can show you how I live but this shit ain't sweet
I got low eye lids cause exotic weed
I got four five six chopper's right wit me
I ain't never had shit now look at me
I can pay yo fucking rent spent it on some jeans
If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros
I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road
I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole
Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows
But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor
Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones
Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home
I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows
400 grits if I get flicked ima do em
Track hawk striker think it's time for a new one
30 p's in the trunk that's why I ain't shooting
If you ain't getting pape than what you doing
Time to bring the blues in
Niggas mad cause his bitch choosing
Cheap ass nigga prolly out here red roofing
I got some tan shit that's gone leave the heads drooling
How you 20 years plus in the game getting to it
I made it the rain I went through it
Traumatized I had to put my pain in my music
It's cross the line gave you a chance but you blew it
If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros
I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road
I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole
Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows
But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor
Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones
Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home
I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows
I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road
I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole
Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows
But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor
Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones
Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home
I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows
I was onna east had to stop by Jaja P
We get them bows for the low yea we get them cheap
God damn this dog barking yeah it's off the leash
All we do is up the sco they don't want no beef
When it's money onna flo ima use my feet
Pulling all nighters I can't get no sleep
Pulling all nighters seven days a week
We bad at math in class nigga but not in the streets
Threw the water onna girl it bubbled like grease
I don't know niggas bro who the fuck is he
This the story of a kid who be inna streets
I can show you how I live but this shit ain't sweet
I got low eye lids cause exotic weed
I got four five six chopper's right wit me
I ain't never had shit now look at me
I can pay yo fucking rent spent it on some jeans
If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros
I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road
I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole
Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows
But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor
Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones
Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home
I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows
400 grits if I get flicked ima do em
Track hawk striker think it's time for a new one
30 p's in the trunk that's why I ain't shooting
If you ain't getting pape than what you doing
Time to bring the blues in
Niggas mad cause his bitch choosing
Cheap ass nigga prolly out here red roofing
I got some tan shit that's gone leave the heads drooling
How you 20 years plus in the game getting to it
I made it the rain I went through it
Traumatized I had to put my pain in my music
It's cross the line gave you a chance but you blew it
If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros
I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road
I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole
Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows
But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor
Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones
Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home
I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows
Credits
Writer(s): Jasmine Basley
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