Profession Lyrics

Ayy man, ayy man, you know im about to hop on this beat

Soundin' like Carti on me, bringin' my money on fleet

Backin' up, hoppin' up, fiends, backin' up, hoppin' up, fiends

Dippin' in sauce like a king, whippin' the cars on scene

Yeah I make beats, yeah, that's my profession

Honest to God, better learn your lesson

This ain't for the weak, viewer discretion

Listen closely, watch, comprehend it

Call me a producer, rapper, or player

I got 10K, now call your advisor

Got the fit on, brand new phone

Wearing these diamonds, heavy as stone

Invite me to rolling loud

Whole lotta' fans, yeah, I bring the crowd

This ain't my only new motion

I bust a move and leave you hopin'

I got all eyes on me, yeah

I might go leave the scene, yeah

I got my whips, no keys, yeah

I got the bean not the lean, yeah

Cookin' this beat, I'm roastin' this beef

Yeah, we are not here for no baking

Y'all people ain't got no patience

I got problems to be facin'

Enemies, enemies, you are not friends of me

Put em all in a boxing ring

Set it off like a rocket ship

Just be calling it a new ting

Now freestyle, yeah, go go go go

Freestyle, yeah, go go go go

Freestyle, yeah, go go go go

Freestyle, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now freestyle, yeah, go go go go

Freestyle, yeah, go go go go

Freestyle, yeah, go go go go

Freestyle, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah I make beats, yeah, that's my profession

Honest to God, better learn your lesson

This ain't for the weak, viewer discretion

Listen closely, watch, comprehend it

Call me a producer, rapper, or player

I got 10K, now call your advisor

Got the fit on, brand new phone

Wearing these diamonds, heavy as stone

Invite me to rolling loud

Whole lotta' fans, yeah, I bring the crowd

This ain't my only new motion

I bust a move and leave you hopin'

I got all eyes on me, yeah

I might go leave the scene, yeah

I got my whips, no keys, yeah

I got the bean not the lean, yeah

Back in that puff, in that bag, yeah

Back in that puff, in that bag, yeah

Dipping in styles I got, yeah

Whooping that quark, in my bag, yeah

Backin' up, hoppin' up, fiends, backin' up, hoppin' up, fiends

Dippin' in sauce like a king, whippin' the cars on scene

Backin' up, hoppin' up, fiends, backin' up, hoppin' up, fiends

Dippin' in sauce like a king, whippin' the cars on scene