Lyrics:
a pro
Dodging cops just to cop digits
Made the packs move and flip like they was gymnasts
Got me seeing dream green night vision
All truth, no fiction
cash
Screaming, "Free Big Lurch"
Yeah, this gas, Gucci pack
Yeah, I'll never fucking pass
Yeah this blunt, you ain't have
Flew away like a bat
Dope,
buns?
You just a cover up Joey we blowing up
Aye Joey we catching these racks hit up Derek Jeter for a new bat
Smoking Cookies I just bought a new pack
the meeting with pro (Pro)
I've been tricked still firing on me (On me)
You were shining, but inside of your soul is so dark (So dark)
Even have power to bark
There's just...
There's just...
There's just something bout this wave
Listen
It's Louie Pro
(Turreekk)
There's just something bout this wave I do
Low like a trench
I'm alone been a wreck
Let's go on the edge
Out for gold like the west
So cold sweater vest
Oh no like a mess
Go pro like a lens
Roll
I'ma grip the mic, grab the mic, hold the mic
Snatch the mic, switch the mic
Freak the mic, sneak the mic, rock the mic
Eat the mic, beat the mic
Pack
stomach's in a knot
And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock
I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin bats and gats
So I *farting
hit like aluminum bats to your dome
No charges against me cause I'm jumpin the law man
A-men, punks should cancel their plans
As the invincible
nemůžeš bát
Nasereš mě tak to budu vracet
Už nechci ztrácet
Peníze v bance chci
Pro mou boo pro mý psy
Pro mou crew to nejsi ty
Ikdyž nemám pravdu tak
Buck
Kay wanted me to be one of the
Buck because I been a buck
Back when a pack of Newports was a buck
I was a young buck on the corner of Monarch
Kids
leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback
Yo, you fourteen carat gold
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise
level show you whose the flyest pro
I’m killing beats defeat the beast and eat them later for a feast
And spare the least the darker side of me just got
good wit the plug ain't no taxing me
Can't leave the house wit out cash on me
Hittas on deck that'll bat for me
Boy I'll catch a body ain't no jackin me
I'm in go for the gusto, plus nobody gotta beat on 'em, I'mma let y'all know
The snake and the bat are back up in the building, comin' a body every
once you pack up the leaf wrap
Find me on the edge better keep back find me real cold but I hold a heat pack
Find me pro you a Joe on the bench go tell
a hurst)
Put em on a shirt
Put em in the dirt
Aye aye aye
Nigga said I was too young to be his big homie
Bat em in his face nigga I’m yo BIG HOMIE
You
He can't see me like a black man
Stand in da dark catch a dart in yo
Ass man no noah's ark but we
Shippin da pack in no book pro but
I came wit da mack
the heart
I was homeless living out the back door
Doing everything to make the stacks go
I was pushing pack like a pack pro
Need a bigger pond fuck
Rahubaat
Guess who's up to bat
Swinging facts
Odn's at the max
Wise I wax
I got raps in stacks
Lyrics strapped
O is busting back
Buying black
We don't pay no
First bat in the pro's wasn't single, but he swung and missed
And every fuckin' pitch they threw after that
Can't make contact, the fans scream "this
a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I
pack up, watch a pro player get her stack up
Cowards in my way any second then he plaqued up
Dogs all behind me roll out, section racked up
Simple
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