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lirik lagu pros ap - hbk

[intro]
huh

[verse 1: pros ap]
hit the club, f~ck it up
i’m that n~gga who get money
by the way, don’t call my phone talkin’ ’bout a pint
i sell ’em by the case
i be bangin’ on that trap, still can bust down your bank
trap smell like dank, stove smell like clank
yes, i sell dope, can’t you tell by the ‘fit i got on?
all pros, all a n~gga want so i dog hoes
hbk, i break hearts
f~ck her and her friend, make them split parts
i’m the one who put her in her bag, now she sh~t talkin’
listen
i done made fifty racks just off sh~t talkin’
n~gga, literally
check my distrokid, b~tch, it’s 50 g’s on there
spent it all on drug money (uh), bought a couple strikers for them boys to drill somethin’
i ain’t never been broke, five racks, that’s kid money
got a line for girl and boy, my best friend a dope junkie
i was trappin’ out a motel before you found a hustle (boy)
island boys, we done turned up
island boys sh~t, all the hoes wanna f~ck us
i be f~ckin’ n~ggas’ hoes of course, i can’t trust one
i ain’t talkin’ tee, but the glock came with one~up
[verse 2: vae vanilla]
you can’t say you smokin’ opps until you bust one
boy, get off my phone, get in the field ’cause they up one
no call of duty, you ain’t made a k!ll yet?
no excuses, if you lackin’, you can scoop this kel~tec
n~ggas goofy, barkin’ on the ‘net, you get no respect (at all)
need my n~gga mind on a check, not the internet
i grab ccs, slide jam, ap, ez
you can’t get no pros with me, i’m eatin’, greedy
vvs, colors jumpin’ at you like it’s 3d
ridin’ through the mountains of the islands, you can’t reach me
ring~ring, ring~ring, ring~ring, ring~ring
leave a message at the beep, please
can’t get a bag off
bet she can blow a b~tchs backwards
throw the bag to dmoss, she so quick to catch a package, oh, the b~tches mad
that the youngins blew past ’em
i take visas, masters, cash app and faster

[verse 3: shutupshy]
i take everything you got, i want you dry
come through anywhere, i step foot in like this b~tch is not so dry
he wanna take me to the island, i’m like, “yessir”
i’m carryin’ a wagon with my legs first so
if you get behind it, put in leg work
i was an honor~role student, put your head first
i be thinkin’ out the box, you b~tches livin’ there, homies
i was makin’ b~tches sick before ’19, corona
i’m the f~ckin’ blueprint, b~tches the same, synonyms
if i can’t hit that b~tch, my brother can, twinnem
they wanna see your baby at the bottom so i’ma win again
no, b~tch, don’t make me turn into that heartbreak kid again
my brothers want me in that field for real
i just wanna pop my sh~t, they pop p~ssy and pop pills
anything a n~gga don’t wanna do, d~mn
anything a n~gga don’t, i ain’t trippin’, my pops will (uh)
not too much, though, we up, though
yeah, b~tches ridin’ waves, i’m switchin’ up flows
i figured since i paved the way, i’d let you hoes know
they like, “can we get a chance?” i’m like, “ho, no”
d~mn, hold on
the last line after me, so you b~tches gon’ wait forever
size ten up on my feet, b~tch, i’m steppin’ over your steppers
a thirty~inch up in my weave and he pullin’ it like a lever
how the f~ck did i take over? y’all’ve been rappin’ since like eleven
i’m givin’ these n~ggas h~ll, they want seven minutes to heaven
get on your knees and bow down since you prayin’ for a blessing
you need a wristband to get in, ain’t no guest list
she like, “you think you got it all?”, b~tch, you guessed it
i might check my catalog then check your checklist
they like, “all she need is some ice, tuck that necklace”
b~tches can’t address me, they cap fitted
new bag came with some new racks in it
yeah, that’s a cool stash, but it’s a cash difference
okay, she got a cute ass, but i heard tats missing
i’m like, “he a cool cat, but i’ma wax n~ggas”
what’s~her~name ain’t on her sh~t, that sound like bad business (blah, blah)

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