Lyrics:
Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us
Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin' who we're
professional this my profession.
Ayye, this is my job my profession,
I do it so fluid while some of y'all second guessing,
Lyrically killing, That microphone
Texas to the West Coast, East Coast to the Gulf Coast, let's go
Next on the number one tees a rising star, your local club champion, the unassuming one
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
bachelor
No degree but professional
I’m the artist, and my manager, speak Trill don’t kill the messenger
Boy I just swerve, tryna’ get it with a fitted never
nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked
the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab
tequila shots still rocking my mask getting sloppy
Sike
I'm a professional. This ain't a hobby
If you're yawning, you won't be here in the morning
Appear
her out the cage
Stay professional
You wanna get with me
You gotta match my big dick energy
I only fuck with kings
And we move big things
That maybe too
If you got all the (all the what)
Answers then don't ask me questions but all these texts
I really think you from Texas now
Yeah, just gon' pretend
a professional
The whole world know me
But I ain't shit without my fucking homies
Me and my fucking homies
Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're
nigga
The wigga
Connection flex from Ingle Watts to Texas
Ridin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus
Out the gutter, born to smuggle
K ball sag so much you
Know every blind spot, so they won't catch me on the camera
Professional paper getter
No time for the chatter chitter
Zone00, but they call me Billy
the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab
Hey, let me get them keys
To the crib and Lexus, step to this
And I know some cats livin' down in Texas
S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list
Who
to grab the green Turnip
Me and pimp on The same Song
You would think i were raise in Texas
Have a bad bitch in my kitchen
Cooking me Breakfast
Walk like
in slime mode
Catching a flight switching time zones
Texas my Sprite now my mind gone
Mess up the sight like a cyclone
Spending the rest of my life
strings like gepetto though
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
They try to big boy me, cuz all my shit too professional
He in texas like beto,
cold outside
I told her I can change the weather
Slide with a player to the bottom of the map
Where its home sweet home
Houston Texas where I'm at
East
this fresh you know
Dressed like a professional, turquoise on my necklace though
You be on that west and coast
Always on the dash you know, sorry I
curse at murderous men
in suits of professionals who act like animals
This man child, ruthless and wild
Who's gonna chain this beast back on the leash?
up and add it up
From Mexico to Canada
Professional, no amateur
And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up
Then beat it up, then spank it up
'Til
Diamonds on a nigga yeah, that way (that way)
Bitches on a nigga yeah, that way (that way!)
Professional flexer, call me a wrestler
Money is longer than
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