pro tools Lyrics

Gotta get to the bag, yeah I'm close too

And I'm clutching on my stick yeah Pro Tools

Don't think I would hit yo hoe? Boy I'll show you

Never say never, boy I'm feeling real clever

When I'm clutching on baretta, put a nigga on a stretcher

It ain't nothing better than when a bitch acting extra

When you told her she ain't pressure, bitch you out here acting special

Bitch you know that you not that

Ceramic tint on my whip and it's all black

Got a bitch for my bitch what you call that?

Ion need a bitch I got a hoe for my fallback

Love a hood bitch, I'm drowning in the hood cat

Outwest or Overeast can I scratch that?

Up north where Imma go get attached at

And I'm going out south where the real hoodrats at

I love me some lil shit from Chicago

Need a darkskin and I need a Latto

I'm a civilian but I play with fully autos

I heard a nigga tried to play he ducking taco

Heard his bitch was on my dick let me fuck those

You a bitch, get no points, robbing custos

I'm popping pill after pill like I'm Gus bro

All his mama heard was"Ahh" through that gunsmoke

Bitch ain't got no brain and it ain't cool

Come to money school nigga this ain't a fake school

Niggas ain't slide they hit the circle chain move

Know you looking at my shirt but I ain't rhude

I'll dap you up and then smack yo bitch down

If you ain't my brudda get the fuck from round

Caught him at half court now he out of bounds

She had that baby, got thick, to her to poundtown

Me and brudda too fresh not on purpose

Don't bring yo hoe around me if she get nervous

I'm impatient on yo block I been lurking

And I be lying to these hoes, I tell these bitches I'm a virgin

And you lying if you said you was ever by my side

Bitch I know you fucking lying I can count five times on my hand

Who was right there with me

And you wasn't right there with me

Gotta fix how I'm feeling

Get up in my bag it ain't no money in my feelings

And it ain't no point in healing

Can't let a bitch up in my heart I gotta seal it

I can shoot from the field, I'm efficient

Call me up, Lil four complete the mission

If you ain't gon get it Imma get it

One thing I love to do is collect fitteds

Bitch had one chance and she missed it

And I'm on this hoe lips more than lipstick

You Mr.Save a Hoe I'm Mr. Fix it

If she wanna send a message send a pigeon

Yeah, you don't get a buy back

Call me Mr. Lil4, Mr. Right back

I already hit it like"why the fuck they hype that?"

You the type to wife that while I already piped that