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Professional
3,712
Hip-Hop/Rap
Professional was released on November 14, 2025 by P2025 as a part of the album Square Bidnez
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Release DateNovember 14, 2025
LabelP2025
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RNB.FOEMOB
RNB.FOEMOB
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Chan Jones
Brian Chan Jones
Songwriter
Jaevyn Michael Naranjo
Jaevyn Michael Naranjo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aria Mastering
Aria Mastering
Mastering Engineer
Dante "PR" Vicens
Dante "PR" Vicens
Mixing Engineer
Drvmlord
Drvmlord
Producer

Lyrics

(Drvmlord)
Ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm a professional
I'm all 'bout the green, I'm in love with collectin' the vegetables, I need the decimals
If they ain't got a bag for a show, then I ain't finna mess with them, that's unacceptable
I rock out and turn up the crowd when I'm placed on the pedestal, they say impeccable
Ice on my body like Frozone, these diamonds hit harder than Mr. Incredible
Huh, these fuck **** softer than gelatin, foot on they neck, hold 'em down like an elephant
If it's smoke, then it's smoke, I'm inhalin' it, I'll send your soul up to God like I'm mailin' it
Do a show with some poles that I'm carryin', bro say, "Get smart, time to move like the president"
Lil' bit bad as the fuck with some melanin, I'm just a dog with a bone, tryna bury it
When I jump in that pussy, I'm tearin' it, hit from the back, put my thumb in her derriere
Bitch, I'm leadin' my people like Harriet, I found a way to the bag, now I'm sharin' it
Had to dig through the dirt like a terrier, catchin' them plays all day off the cellular
Servin' fiends, so narcs cannot carry it, I fell in love with the bread, so I married it
I don't think that a young **** regular, treat a bad bitch that's a ten like she normal
When I die, I'll come back through a portal, I promise my love for the game is immortal
Gettin' hot on the block, check the temperature, we sellin' dope every day on the corner
Don't get shot in your head with this 40, that bitch leave a hole in your face like a quarter
The dope comin' in through the border, we get a pack in and then we extort it
Ain't ever fall off at 'bout shortage, money got tall but it used to be shorter
Man, hold up, I'm tryna leave this shit alone, Siri, what did I tell 'em now? (Bitch, I am professional)
You feel me? Ayy
Bitch, I'm a professional
I'm all 'bout the green, I'm in love with collectin' the vegetables, I need the decimals
If they ain't got a bag for a show, then I ain't finna mess with them, that's unacceptable
I rock out and turn up the crowd when I'm placed on the pedestal, they say impeccable
Ice on my body like Frozone, these diamonds hit harder than Mr. Incredible
Huh, these fuck **** softer than gelatin, foot on they neck, hold 'em down like an elephant
If it's smoke, then it's smoke, I'm inhalin' it, I'll send your soul up to God like I'm mailin' it
Do a show with some poles that I'm carryin', bro say, "Get smart, time to move like the president"
Lil' bit bad as the fuck with some melanin, I'm just a dog with a bone, tryna bury it
Written by: Brian Chan Jones, Jaevyn Michael Naranjo
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