[Intro]
(No B.S., no B.S., no B.S., no B.S.)
(No B.S., no B.S., no B.S., no B.S.)
(No B.S., no B.S., no B.S., no B.S.)
[Verse 1]
You're treatin' me shady
You used to be my man, but you act like a lady
Nigga, please, ain't no mystery
We got [?] and [?] and [?]
Can't believe that you actin' bitch over funds
My style is superb, and here's the curb:
Claimin' that you ghetto, but you suburb
You and your whole clique now can suck a fat dick now
You like a trick now, fuckin' niggas with no luck
You the chameleon, switchin' up for the billion
Disrespect your fam, try to make the next million
That's how you feelin'? You really bitin'
It ain't appealin' and when I see you, we ain't fightin'
Come in peace, I'll come with one
However you wanna go
Just had to let you know we are P-R-O in this here
Expose your whole shit, dismissin' all fear
[Hook]
No guns and funds needed to respect this
No hyperglow, no gold-plate necklace
No bullshit, we run right up in your cribs
Let's get 'em with the show, and here it is
[Verse 2]
Fuck that, where your eyes at? Where the prize at?
Where the lies at? In your fuckin' mouth, you little trick
Been a number one pick ever since you first saw
Niggas wanna front, but what the fuck for?
We keep it raw, with each and every rhyme, it's like sunshine
Put it in your body [?] lunchtime
'Cause it's the mind with each and every rhyme we kick
Like [?] position, nigga, championship