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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pros Ap
Pros Ap
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Enrgy made this one)
Island Boys, bitch (Good lookin', Enrgy)
Uh (Uh, Pros)
I might leave the plain jane plain (Yop), I'm rich as fuck
Went to Hutch and bust down my name (I did it)
Audemars Piguet on bro wrist, it look insane (Yeah)
Diamonds look like cake (Yeah)
Different colors in my VS1, I'm froze, it got me shakin' (It got me shakin')
All-black hemi shaker (Skrrt)
They say that deal comin', hoes say I'm actin' faker (I feel you)
I went and got my money up, these **** still hatin' (Why you hatin'?)
Fuck a bitch and her friend, now they both sayin' they hate me (Yup)
Bitch, you shouldn't've played me (Shouldn't've played)
But I'm up now (I'm up now)
Enough cheese, I can go and grab a bustdown (I can cash it now)
I'm in that striker, shit, I'm lookin' for these punks now (I'm bendin' now, ****)
I got 7.62s for a tough guy (Bah, bah, bah)
We in the mall, I ain't gon' shoot, you gettin' punched out
You on the 'Gram with it talkin' like you active, why you playin' with me?
Ten-fifty, you can get a zip of tan for ten-fifty
Ten giffies, I done spint the store so many times, I left the clerk dizzy
Hit a block, drop three hundred shots, they think Durk did it
Man, what? (Man, what?)
What you smokin' on? This a big-man blunt (Big-man blunt)
Eight lines of purple, this a big-man cup (Big-man cup)
Twenty on me now, it get you and your mans stuck, uh, uh (Get you and your mans killed)
Y'all put up (Y'all put up, ****)
Talkin' like y'all really in the field, y'all put up (Why y'all cappin'?)
Bite my Perc' 10, tell a bitch to keep me up (I tell her keep me up)
I ain't been the same since they took lil' bro, I'm on the block with it (I ain't been the same, ****)
Chop with me, **** hit this block and I'ma rock with it (I'm rockin' on him)
V.I. with me, a **** play with bro and I'ma die with him (Bitch, I'm dyin' with him)
On God, ****
I'ma hit this bitch one time for ARod, **** (What up, ARod, ****?)
I be hoin' hoes, they say I'm nonchalant and shy with 'em (Okay)
Uh, you hoes weak (You hoes weak)
If you ain't a ten, get the fuck out my suite (Bitch, you gotta go)
You can't be my bitch if you don't suck it when I'm sleep (Bitch, you ain't pure)
Young and turnt, I be fuckin' fifteen hoes a week (Bitch, who not turnt?)
Yeah, I might leave the plain jane plain, I'm rich as fuck (Plain jane)
Went to Hutch and bust down my name (I did it)
Audemars Piguet on bro wrist, it look insane
Diamonds look like cake
Different colors in my VS1, I'm froze, it got me shakin' (Yes, sir)
All-black hemi shaker (Uh, uh)
They say that deal comin', hoes say I'm actin' faker (Uh, uh)
I went and got my money up, these **** still hatin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a bitch and her friend, now they both sayin' they hate me (They hate me, CashGang Key)
Bitch, you shouldn't've played me
I spent forty-five thousand on my motherfuckin' necklace (Cuban)
Emerald-cut diamonds, I ain't rockin' that baguette shit (At all)
Tricolored Key for the pendant and it's heavy (Tricolor)
Could've bought a crib, but I spent it on a presi' (On a watch)
Fuck the 9, we on the 5 today, who tryna get high with gang? (Fuck the 5)
Call of Duty guns, somebody tell them boys it's not a game (At all)
Rollin' off the jiggas, plus the lean got me high as Paid
Baldie was a bitch, had to get that **** out the way (Dumbass)
Listen, bitch, if the head weak, I'm straight on it (I'm cool)
You just came to fuck, when we done, bitch, don't lay on me (Go over there)
Strapped, got two handguns and a Drac' on me, bitch (Big Drac')
I know you heard of Lik, that's my laced brother (What up, Lik?)
Moo got Forgis on his 'Vette, I got forty on my neck (No cap)
She wanna fuck, she be the first to watch my story on the 'Gram (Eater)
Said he gon' kill me, I ain't worried, **** fans (At all)
Said he gon' kill me, I ain't worried, hit his head
****, CashGang shit
Written by: Pros Ap
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