Jaziah - PRO BOWL (feat. Vanitas, Turbo Shyne & WhoIsSimba) Lyrics

Ayy, I f*ck this bitch, she bad as hell Ayy, I'm your f*ckin' type of what
I'm in the paint', bitch, I'm waitin' is you gon' f*ckin' drive or what
These niggas keep on false claimin' Like, is you f*ckin' slime or what
Bitch, I don't need no goody-goody Man, bitch, I love to f*ck on sluts
Man, glock up on me If I can't up, then I'm gon' f*ckin' hipfire
He shot the drum and then he missed Man, how the f*ck you misfire
I'm marchin' in this f*ckin' trap We stick him up, he get got
I'm with the gang, I'm with the mob Man, glock gon' make him tick-tock
I f*cked your bitch in Gucci flip-flops, we ain't have a future
That bitch had ass just like a piece, so yeah, I had the juicer
I wake up early just to get it, I don't need no rooster
I spent ten bands up on this fit, man, I might need a booster
This bitch want me to fund a lifestyle, I can't f*ck with losers
I score like Michael Jordan, bitch, I can't do the Carlos Boozer
Lil' mama say I'm pretty, turn that ass into a jeweler
Engage the money, I just went right to the f*ckin' jeweler
I f*ck this bitch, she bad as hell Ayy, I'm your f*ckin' type of what
I'm in the paint', bitch, I'm waitin' is you gon' f*ckin' drive or what
These niggas keep on false claimin' Like, is you f*ckin' slime or what
Bitch, I don't need no goody-goody Man, bitch, I love to f*ck on sluts
Man, glock up on me If I can't up, then I'm gon' f*ckin' hipfire
He shot the drum and then he missed Man, how the f*ck you misfire
I'm marchin' in this f*ckin' trap We stick him up, he get got
I'm with the gang, I'm with the mob Man, glock gon' make him tick-tock
F*ckin' with the Rugrats, we gon' make you spin again
Nigga, 50 on my head, bitch, I feel like the president
I'ma say we dunkin', niggas, bitch, I'm heaven-sent
She said, what you doin', bitch, I'm so malevolent
We drivin' in this bitch, f*ck it, it's a hurricane
F*ckin' on your hoe, that bitch, she like, yeah, we heard it, man
We put him on the platter, pussy nigga, we gon' serve him, man
Hunt that nigga body like it's cold, he on the server, man
Murder, murder, murder, nigga, f*ck it, I'm that murder, man
Shoot one nigga once and now he quiet, yeah, he heard it, man
I don't even love her, she a slut, now she curlin', man
She said that she need me, I don't want her, so I curved her, man
Niggas talkin' shit, we blow his head off like he Kurt Cobain
All my niggas, yeah, we in the A, we finna skirt away
I got hella rich cause I need it, you gon' learn today
Bitch, I'm on a race, I'm a lion, you a turtle, man
I ain't goin' back and forth, you gettin' shot or what
You got 10 bands up and your savings, put that in my cup
We draw the play, I'll run the route, whole team we deep as f*ck
Goin' band for band that screenshot, old, boy, you ain't really up
Niggas cappin' they wasn't really takin' trip
If I bought your play today, you won't get half till like the fifth
If they get you in that room, you better not talk, just plead the fifth
Why this ho just block my number? Cause I f*cked another bitch
I f*ck this bitch, she bad as hell Ayy, I'm your f*ckin' type of what
I'm in the paint', bitch, I'm waitin' is you gon' f*ckin' drive or what
These niggas keep on false claimin' Like, is you f*ckin' slime or what
Bitch, I don't need no goody-goody Man, bitch, I love to f*ck on sluts
Man, glock up on me If I can't up, then I'm gon' f*ckin' hipfire
He shot the drum and then he missed Man, how the f*ck you misfire
I'm marchin' in this f*ckin' trap We stick him up, he get got
I'm with the gang, I'm with the mob Man, glock gon' make him tick-tock