City Morgue, ZillaKami, SosMula - Pros Lyrics

Hangin' with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch

Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up
Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up

Hanging with them sinners and them killers
Why that nigga chattin'? I'll put him in a bag
Hanging with them shooters and them drillers
One shot from the Smith and put that boy on his ass
You a opp, I'm lightin' up your kick back, kick back
Tell me, shoot the nine, nigga, get back, get back
Bulletproof windows, I can sit back, sit back
And watch y'all try to hit, but y'all niggas always miss

Hangin' with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch

Pull up to my hood, you know I got them sticks (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Stash box rite in the hood 'cause I ain't taking risks (vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Up to no good, I'm fuckin' on your bitch (ewok, ewok)
Somewhere far up in the woods, I'm diggin' you a ditch (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Bury you alive (ewok), he ain't comin' back (no-no)
It's 2:35 (no-no), you ever seen that movie, New Jersey Drive? (No-no)
Nah, I seen the porno, when the two shorties die (ewok)
Dropped six stories high (ewok, ewok)

Hangin' with the pros
She suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a-
Hangin' with the pros (good times)
She suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that, 'cause that boy a bitch