All-Pro Lyrics

Damn it feel like niggas left the game on all pro,

Might ghost ride, one time take it off road

Granddad had a black vert with the car phone

See 12 drive the car slow,

They only wanna slap a nigga wrist with the barcode

All we really did was stick to our code

Shorty stuck to me only love for my jawbone

But she sweeten up the pot like Stockholm

Promise if you funny niggas knock I am not home

Syke that's the wrong addy this a XR

Labels wish they had me

Bet they pick me like I'm Brett Favre

Hard pass, that's a bullet through the kevlar

Smoking solo it was cookies from the deathstar

Eyes bloodshot, damn I used to watch Reptar

Niggas better get they reps up and all they steps in

When they see you next up they act like best friends

Damn I gotta fess up

I am the goat amongst, women men and them alike

And akin, I'm very light on feet

I might arrive by a kite in the wind

Size 9 Timbs

Got it out the mud but not a stain on them

Now we up in places that you can't come in

Remember niggas said we need to wait on them haaaa

Damn it feel like niggas left the game on all-pro

Might ghost ride one time take it off road

Pump the brakes it's the garcons

Fuck the jakes til they all gone

You know the kush be my parfum

One toke make the car funk,

Never bumped Simon Garfunc bitch

I was way more Kool & the Gang

Next door neighbors moving them thangs

Yup, I was in my room writing Caine

Yup, Who'd have thought that they would like language

My bitch bad

Change tongues like I lane switch

And I steal her soul, Shang Tsung in some Asics

Whole time child play that shit basic

My baby can't get charmed with a bracelet, damn

Oh no, now it feel like niggas left the game on all-pro

Might ghost ride one time take It off road

Grandad had a black vert with the car phone

Family guy, trade that for a motor home

Trade that for Benzo.. skrrrt now we in the endzone

You gotta trust the process,

But at the same time you gotta check your progress

Let me tell ya a story bout a boy who cried wolf

But it really was a lochness,

Got it on lock like a locksmith

Shout my nigga Demus

You my nigga til the clock quit

I'm back in my bag time to pop shit

Damn It feel like niggas left the game on all pro

Might ghost ride one time take it off road