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GrindHard E & Tony Rose

Professionals

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Professionals został wydany 11 września 2023 przez GrindHard 4 Money Entertainment jako część albumu Flint 2 Lansing

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumFlint 2 Lansing

Data wydania11 września 2023

WytwórniaGrindHard 4 Money Entertainment

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM97

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Eric David Terrell

Eric David Terrell

Songwriter

Anthony Arthur Woodall Jr

Anthony Arthur Woodall Jr

Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

(JMC, you goin' crazy)

Bro got thirty in the clip, he just shot a movie

Got into it with a Muslim **** and almost shot his kufi

Twenty-five hundred for the 'fit, your **** shop at Zumiez

Hit Burberry, MCM, Louis Vuitton, my next stop is Gucci

When my plug don't pick up, I gotta walk to Susie's

I just ran out of fronto, gotta use a looseleaf

Your bitch ugly, but I still fucked, she got a lot of booty

Beat the doonies down, make it fart, she got a loud-ass coochie

Oh, she got a boyfriend? I'ma still hit

My lil' **** came to drop a body, we don't steal shit

Everything come up out my mouth be some real shit

On the bus, took a trip with a boy and girl, it ain't no field trip

Bro said he don't got my money, them fightin' words

A **** try to take somethin' from me, I'll make him bite the curb

I ain't fighting, **** say the wrong thing, be done shot him first

Bro with me said he shot when I shot, but he shot him first

Damn, that was a close call

My quarterback got hit, he couldn't throw the ball

Bro just got a new gun, he tryna show it off

Got a bad bitch at MSU, she stay by Brody Hall

**** said the wrong thing and be done broke his jaw

**** shot a hundred shots, ain't hit nobody, he wasn't close at all

Told my sale I'm 'bout to pull up, I wasn't close at all

We wasn't talkin' 'bout no sports when bro asked me to throw him a ball

Damn, I hit a home run

I could come if you pay me, I can't go for fun

Can't nobody else do it, I'm the only one

Gary didn't call me back, I'm finna go to Golden Sun

If I go to slide back— alright, yeah

If I go and slide, don't call nobody, use my own gun

These guns for protection, FN, Glocks, Dracs, and Smith & Wessons

They on some bullshit, try to lock me in the door, I'm shootin' out the exit

E, I don't wanna wait

On my way to work off a six, I'ma come late

I ain't had no lean, so I had to drink some bumpyface

High as hell, stuck in my position, tryna run in place

This bitch a freak, sucked my dick, let me fuck her face

Was worried 'bout some shit from yesterday, don't give a fuck today

Tryna put some food on a scale, what an onion weigh?

This **** had some green, but it was all fake, I almost bought a case

Damn, this a mic check

I'm finna drink my last four, bro ain't buy it yet

Nah, let me buy a deuce from you, we could match the rest

Thought I spent all my stash, I hid some bands under my mattress

I only got caught with half, had to hide the rest

I fell out with my ****, but I heard he got some Hi-Tech

Unc' said the dope so raw, the fiends'll buy it wet

My other **** fuck with fentanyl, his fiends be droppin' dead

High as hell off the drank, I mixed Wock' with red

Almost forgot I'm livin' in the hood, I almost shot a head

Damn, that's perfect timing

Told my bitch I'll be back, I gotta serve a client

I'm finna pop this ****, he ain't worth fightin'

If an opp run up, he'll get hurt tryin'

Written by: Anthony Arthur Woodall Jr, Eric David Terrell

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