Pro Mode
(This is what dying feels like)
Always on go, no, we don't say on three (yeah go!)
I'm stuck in pro mode cause it's to easy
Keep a stick, not no pogo, let it bang like chief keef
Nine on me, Tony romo, shooting like CP3
Naw I cant chill, if I ain't got the flame on me
Twelve got me and my bro, gon' and put the blame on me
All these hoes be playing, but can't run no game on me
Hoe thought I was paying, told her ain't got no change on me
Light my blunt and then I lift off
Can't switch up, I can't criss-cross
Everyday I'm hustling, I feel like Rick Ross (Everyday I'm hustling)
Shitting on them, got'em pissed off
If I want it, I'ma cop it, fuck what it cost
Niggas tryna be around, jit get lost
Stay with my number one shooter, no Chris Bosh
She gon' dance to my music, no Tic Tok
(yeah) I'ma keep it going, like this kush a nigga blowing
All these hoes, I'm tossing, throwing
Intercept yo hoe, n yeah I'm scoring
I can't stop, I keep it pouring
I'ma be high till the morning
Can't be sober, that shit boring
Fuck around and kick your door in
Catch you lacking while you snoring
Always strapped, feel like the warden
This real life that I'm recording
Stay with the fie, yeah, I'm torching
Ain't talking money, it ain't important
Sonning niggas, jit you a orphan
I'm the goat, I feel like I'm Jordan
Stay outside like I'm exploring
I'm outside don't care if its pouring
Proceed with caution ain't no warning
Broward County City, I'm born in
Woke up getting head, Top of the morning
I was out when she said she love me, now I'm in the whip, I'm flooring
Only girl I care about, yeah, my old girl name on me
Yeah, I was chasing the money, You would've thought it was chasing me
Always on go, no, we don't say on three (yeah go!)
I'm stuck in pro mode cause it's to easy
Keep a stick, not no pogo, let it bang like chief keef
Nine on me Tony romo, shooting like CP3
Naw I cant chill, if I ain't got the flame on me
Twelve got me and my bro, gon' and put the blame on me
All these hoes be playing, but can't run no game on me
Hoe thought I was paying, told her ain't got no change on me
Always on go, no, we don't say on three (yeah go!)
I'm stuck in pro mode cause it's to easy
Keep a stick, not no pogo, let it bang like chief keef
Nine on me, Tony romo, shooting like CP3
Naw I cant chill, if I ain't got the flame on me
Twelve got me and my bro, gon' and put the blame on me
All these hoes be playing, but can't run no game on me
Hoe thought I was paying, told her ain't got no change on me
Light my blunt and then I lift off
Can't switch up, I can't criss-cross
Everyday I'm hustling, I feel like Rick Ross (Everyday I'm hustling)
Shitting on them, got'em pissed off
If I want it, I'ma cop it, fuck what it cost
Niggas tryna be around, jit get lost
Stay with my number one shooter, no Chris Bosh
She gon' dance to my music, no Tic Tok
(yeah) I'ma keep it going, like this kush a nigga blowing
All these hoes, I'm tossing, throwing
Intercept yo hoe, n yeah I'm scoring
I can't stop, I keep it pouring
I'ma be high till the morning
Can't be sober, that shit boring
Fuck around and kick your door in
Catch you lacking while you snoring
Always strapped, feel like the warden
This real life that I'm recording
Stay with the fie, yeah, I'm torching
Ain't talking money, it ain't important
Sonning niggas, jit you a orphan
I'm the goat, I feel like I'm Jordan
Stay outside like I'm exploring
I'm outside don't care if its pouring
Proceed with caution ain't no warning
Broward County City, I'm born in
Woke up getting head, Top of the morning
I was out when she said she love me, now I'm in the whip, I'm flooring
Only girl I care about, yeah, my old girl name on me
Yeah, I was chasing the money, You would've thought it was chasing me
Always on go, no, we don't say on three (yeah go!)
I'm stuck in pro mode cause it's to easy
Keep a stick, not no pogo, let it bang like chief keef
Nine on me Tony romo, shooting like CP3
Naw I cant chill, if I ain't got the flame on me
Twelve got me and my bro, gon' and put the blame on me
All these hoes be playing, but can't run no game on me
Hoe thought I was paying, told her ain't got no change on me
Credits
Writer(s): Pedro Cartwright
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