[Intro: Pros AP]
(Enrgy made this one)
Island Boys, bitch (Island Boys)
We them Youngest Niggas Winnin', bitch (YNW)
Yeah, yeah (Nigga, it's fuck you)
Pros
[Verse 1: Pros AP]
Fifty 'bows on the floor, bitch, I'll drive with no L's (Fifty of 'em)
You ain't never weighed a thousand-eight grams with no scale (Nigga, no, you haven't)
I'll cancel out some pussy just to go and hit a sale (I swear to God)
Out of town sellin' work, they thought I left to sign a deal (Haha)
Hell naw, Pros back trappin', in that field active (I'm active)
I'm a young Black nigga servin' all the rich crackers
Fifty thousand all pink fifties, look like lil' Patrick (Patrick)
Nigga, trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared to be some trappers (Nigas scared)
I been in this fiеld a week straight runnin' to the pape' (Yeah, yеah)
You been on the 'Gram a week straight tryna bust your name (You a corn)
I ain't tryna knock a nigga hustle, get it any way
Get off your ass and make a play, I can trap in any state (I can trap in any state, nigga)
[Chorus: Pros AP]
I'm a trap rapper, gram slapper, trap-door slammer
I'm a bad-bitch stabber, Mr. Hit Her Friend After (Yeah)
I'm a dog, a bitch playin' me can never happen (A bitch playin' me can never happen, nigga)
Bitch, I'm Pros, a guy that get money, I ain't your last nigga (Pros)
[Verse 2: Pros AP]
I get up and make the money
Shit, my mama want a crib with a pool in South Dakota (I gotta get it)
Shit, I gotta get it in (I gotta grind)
Every rack I make, I gotta hit the crib and stash it in
Bro be trippin', he woke up and said, "I'm 'bout to cash a Benz" (Cash another one)
Dropped a pint on every drill, we'll drive wherever (Uh-huh)
My cousin fuckin' with the opps, well, they gon' die together (He gon' die with 'em)
Ayy, speakin' on Lil Ched gon' make us spin tonight (Spin tonight, nigga)
Stop playin' like Moo wasn't slumped inside that whip on Nada Drive
Sos caught a headshot, crashed out at DD safe (With his bitch ass)
PM caught a neck shot and tried to snitch before he died (Nigga, you a rat)
Two strikers, eight demons, send that lo' and we gon' be there (We gon' come)
These niggas hoes, they keep bendin' on some females (Why y'all doin' that?)
At eighteen, we was trappin' out a 4Matic (Out the Benz)
Last ninety days, bitch, I blew four Pateks (Four of 'em)
We'll spin a nigga block and hit a show after (Bible)
The type to leave a nigga head on his man's Hefty (On his man's Hefty)
Uh, she gon' fuck off the chain, plus I got money, I got dummy rolls (Yes, sir)
Twenty thousand ain't shit, I got that shit in clothes (Uh, no)
I heard your mans tried to run, but it was switch on bro (Hah)
I heard your mans got popped and went and snitched on folks (Brrah, brrah, brrah, bitch)
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
House so rich, I stay away from the hook, huh
All my bitches thick like Tae vs. Brooke
I'm always gettin' money, boy, I stay fuckin' booked
Nigga play with Lil Tre, he gon' get his ass cooked (Huh)
All my bitches fine as hell
Real known in the trap, I should sign my scale
Real get-money nigga, I buy and sell
Bitches love fuckin' me, they know I won't tell, huh
I hate niggas
Aubrey Graham, I be tryna Drac' niggas
I be tryna get real violent with fake niggas (Huh)
Brodie turn his food to a knife, he'll shank niggas (Huh)
In the Hellcat, me and five hundred racks
On the Lodge, I just did five hundred laps
In the trap tryna sell five hundred packs
My young nigga scam, he just caught five hundred jacks, huh
How you niggas tryna beef, ain't got no bread?
I know I'ma still eat if I go fed
Nigga, quit talkin' to me with your broke ass
You ain't really violent with your ho ass
Man, this shit on the floor, J-Lopez
My nigga'll take a nigga under for no cash, huh
