Went Pro ft. Crispy Gotti Lyrics

Straight to the point, hit my route, then it's gone

Leavin' nigga town with the biggest bankroll

Trappin' all day, yeah, I got a slappin' phone

Fuck what you heard in the streets, I went pro

In the streets, I went pro, nigga

I been in and out of spots, I been in and out of jail

I been fuckin' with the work, all I know is make a sale

Rule number one, get caught and never tell

I got nothin' for the fans, tell my lawyer, post a bail

Niggas like to lie, I'ma keep this shit a buck

This a 90-day grind, I be gone for some months

It's a place unknown, but I gotta get it up

I ain't thinkin' bout no hoes, I ain't even tryin' to fuck

Had it back home, kinda anointed on the road

Made it back home, I ain't even tell a soul

Starin' at the money like, damn, it won't fold

Do it all again, in the streets, I went pro

If it's work, then it's so

Straight to the point, hit my route, then it's gone

Long way from home, but that's all a nigga know

Leave a nigga town with the biggest bankroll

Fuckin' hand out, I'ma grind on my own

Trappin' all day, yeah, I got a slappin' phone

I know the rules, still trappin' school zones

Fuck what you heard, in the streets, I went pro

In the streets, I went pro, nigga

Just sold a brand new cash, time to go and change it

Then I'm bout to go and drop a track off a fresh CPA

You see the BINs I got, they be here when I'm the pen

I'ma stand out, nigga, yeah, I really get it in

If you trappin' on these roads, get them gone, it's a must

If you scared, then hit the road, little nigga, grow some nuts

I'm on the 90-day grind, when I get down, I'm goin' dumb

Tell them niggas, tighten up, I'm up for 50 every month

Spendin' 20 on some jewelry, 20 on some clothes

Bought five on some shoes, another five on some hoes

It ain't shit to blow a check because my bankroll long

I'ma always have a bankroll cause they keep on makin' phones

If it's work, then it's so

Straight to the point, hit my route, then it's gone

Long way from home, but that's all a nigga know

Leave a nigga tone with the biggest bankroll

Fuck a handout, I'ma grind on my own

Trappin' all day, yeah, I got a slappin' phone

Know the rules, still trappin' school zones

Fuck what you heard in the streets, I went pro

In the streets, I went pro, nigga