[Intro: Pros AP]

(Enrgy made this one)

Island Boys, bitch (Island Boys)

We them Youngest Niggas Winnin', bitch (YNW)

Yeah, yeah (Nigga, it's fuck you)

Pros

[Verse 1: Pros AP]

Fifty 'bows on the floor, bitch, I'll drive with no L's (Fifty of 'em)

You ain't never weighed a thousand-eight grams with no scale (Nigga, no, you haven't)

I'll cancel out some pussy just to go and hit a sale (I swear to God)

Out of town sellin' work, they thought I left to sign a deal (Haha)

Hell naw, Pros back trappin', in that field active (I'm active)

I'm a young Black nigga servin' all the rich crackers

Fifty thousand all pink fifties, look like lil' Patrick (Patrick)

Nigga, trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared to be some trappers (Nigas scared)

I been in this fiеld a week straight runnin' to the pape' (Yeah, yеah)

You been on the 'Gram a week straight tryna bust your name (You a corn)

I ain't tryna knock a nigga hustle, get it any way

Get off your ass and make a play, I can trap in any state (I can trap in any state, nigga)

[Chorus: Pros AP]

I'm a trap rapper, gram slapper, trap-door slammer

I'm a bad-bitch stabber, Mr. Hit Her Friend After (Yeah)

I'm a dog, a bitch playin' me can never happen (A bitch playin' me can never happen, nigga)

Bitch, I'm Pros, a guy that get money, I ain't your last nigga (Pros)

[Verse 2: Pros AP]

I get up and make the money

Shit, my mama want a crib with a pool in South Dakota (I gotta get it)

Shit, I gotta get it in (I gotta grind)

Every rack I make, I gotta hit the crib and stash it in

Bro be trippin', he woke up and said, "I'm 'bout to cash a Benz" (Cash another one)

Dropped a pint on every drill, we'll drive wherever (Uh-huh)

My cousin fuckin' with the opps, well, they gon' die together (He gon' die with 'em)

Ayy, speakin' on Lil Ched gon' make us spin tonight (Spin tonight, nigga)

Stop playin' like Moo wasn't slumped inside that whip on Nada Drive

Sos caught a headshot, crashed out at DD safe (With his bitch ass)

PM caught a neck shot and tried to snitch before he died (Nigga, you a rat)

Two strikers, eight demons, send that lo' and we gon' be there (We gon' come)

These niggas hoes, they keep bendin' on some females (Why y'all doin' that?)

At eighteen, we was trappin' out a 4Matic (Out the Benz)

Last ninety days, bitch, I blew four Pateks (Four of 'em)

We'll spin a nigga block and hit a show after (Bible)

The type to leave a nigga head on his man's Hefty (On his man's Hefty)

Uh, she gon' fuck off the chain, plus I got money, I got dummy rolls (Yes, sir)

Twenty thousand ain't shit, I got that shit in clothes (Uh, no)

I heard your mans tried to run, but it was switch on bro (Hah)

I heard your mans got popped and went and snitched on folks (Brrah, brrah, brrah, bitch)

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]

House so rich, I stay away from the hook, huh

All my bitches thick like Tae vs. Brooke

I'm always gettin' money, boy, I stay fuckin' booked

Nigga play with Lil Tre, he gon' get his ass cooked (Huh)

All my bitches fine as hell

Real known in the trap, I should sign my scale

Real get-money nigga, I buy and sell

Bitches love fuckin' me, they know I won't tell, huh

I hate niggas

Aubrey Graham, I be tryna Drac' niggas

I be tryna get real violent with fake niggas (Huh)

Brodie turn his food to a knife, he'll shank niggas (Huh)

In the Hellcat, me and five hundred racks

On the Lodge, I just did five hundred laps

In the trap tryna sell five hundred packs

My young nigga scam, he just caught five hundred jacks, huh

How you niggas tryna beef, ain't got no bread?

I know I'ma still eat if I go fed

Nigga, quit talkin' to me with your broke ass

You ain't really violent with your ho ass

Man, this shit on the floor, J-Lopez

My nigga'll take a nigga under for no cash, huh