Pros ft. Jaja P Lyrics

If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros

I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road

I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole

Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows

But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor

Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones

Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home

I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows

I was onna east had to stop by Jaja P

We get them bows for the low yea we get them cheap

God damn this dog barking yeah it's off the leash

All we do is up the sco they don't want no beef

When it's money onna flo ima use my feet

Pulling all nighters I can't get no sleep

Pulling all nighters seven days a week

We bad at math in class nigga but not in the streets

Threw the water onna girl it bubbled like grease

I don't know niggas bro who the fuck is he

This the story of a kid who be inna streets

I can show you how I live but this shit ain't sweet

I got low eye lids cause exotic weed

I got four five six chopper's right wit me

I ain't never had shit now look at me

I can pay yo fucking rent spent it on some jeans

If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros

I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road

I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole

Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows

But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor

Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones

Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home

I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows

400 grits if I get flicked ima do em

Track hawk striker think it's time for a new one

30 p's in the trunk that's why I ain't shooting

If you ain't getting pape than what you doing

Time to bring the blues in

Niggas mad cause his bitch choosing

Cheap ass nigga prolly out here red roofing

I got some tan shit that's gone leave the heads drooling

How you 20 years plus in the game getting to it

I made it the rain I went through it

Traumatized I had to put my pain in my music

It's cross the line gave you a chance but you blew it

If I leave out the crib I'm coming back wit some pros

I know I said I'm finished but I'm back on the road

I'm on Ocean Drive but I'm still strapped with my pole

Stopped fucking with the yay now I crack off the bows

But I'm still stepping on that work like a mat on the floor

Picked up a hundred racks I feel a crack in my bones

Real trap shit I got a trap bitch I put the trap in her home

I'm still in the trenches bringing smacks to my shows