Pros

Hanging with the pros

She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes

I love being rich

Taking ****' souls

Send 'em to the pits, yeah, he never coming home

'Cause that boy a bitch

Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff-puff

Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up

Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff-puff

Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up

Hanging with them skaters and them killers

Why that **** chatting? I'll put him in a bag

Hanging with them shooters and them drillers

One shot from this Smithen put that boy on his ass

You a opp, I'm lighting up your kickback, kickback

Tell me shoot the nine, ****, get back, get back

Bulletproof windows, I just sit back, sit back

And watch y'all try to hit, but y'all **** always miss

Hanging with the pros

She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes

I love being rich

Taking ****' souls

Send 'em to the pits, yeah, he never coming home

'Cause that boy a bitch

Uh, uh, pull up to my hood, you know I got them sticks

Stash box right in the hood 'cause I ain't taking risks

Up to no good, I'm fucking on your bitch

Somewhere far up in the woods, I'm digging you a ditch

Bury you alive

He ain't coming back, it's 2:35

You ever seen that movie, New Jersey Drive?

Nah, I seen the porno when the two shorties die, drop six stories high

Hanging with the pros

She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes

I love being rich

Taking ****' souls

Send 'em to the pits, yeah, he never coming home

'Cause that boy a–

Hanging, hanging, hanging with the pros

She suck on the dick while she touching on her toes

I love being rich

T-T-T-Taking ****' souls

Send 'em to the pits, yeah, he never coming home 'cause that

'Cause that boy a bitch