Good Pro’s

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon] I came up, now everybody clame they fuck with me Broke nigga, you ain't even got a buck fifty I'll smack you if you put a scuff on these balencis Two chains around my neck, and they fucking glissin I be balling on these niggas, like I'm Scotty Pippin She said Quon, you got good dick, it have me limping I laughed and told the bitch, because I ain't your average nigga You talking crazy in them tweets, catch you in traffic, nigga Quon, where you at? I'm at Money Gram Grab my juug phone, and knocked his ham off the 'Gram You gotta hurry up, before we coming, it's a scam I'ma hit you back, on my line, another ham I'm dragging bags up out the set, I need an extra hand Good dog on the floor, the color extra tan Step my foot down on that bitch, and make that shit expand You can't aford the shit I wear, these expensive pants I'm guaranteed to bust quick, like a minute man I walk around with two chains, 'cause I don't give a damn I get indicted off juuging, then I understand It's just my life, I gotta learn my lesson as a man When I was down, ain't nobody give me an extra hand Am I fucking your bitch? That's the question, man Know boy from back then, he's a fucking ham Every day God bless me with another ham If [?] questions, say I'm a mutual friend Made him send that reffrance number, he think that I'm his friend I'm sorry, buddy, you getting scammed at the end Broke nigga, you ain't got a band in your hand You boosting, saying you the plug, you the middle man You tried some stupid shit, I'll put you in a spiddle, man You boosting, saying you the plug, you the middle man You tried some stupid shit, I'll put you in a spiddle, man Kasher Quon in this bitch, and I'm going ham Your bitch all on my dick, 'cause she know I got bands They see me on the track with everybody getting them bands And if a nigga talking crazy, he can get these hands [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] Just woke up at AM, tryna get in motion Told Lani, give an hour, I'ma pull up on him My driver on some bullshit, so I'ma [?] focus Now we somewhere [?] fuck with [?] Con artist, sit your granny for her last two You bought J's off the 'Gram, probably hammed you [?] whip, so you Money Grammed that cash too [?] west [?] cheese too I'm fucked up, [?] me for a few bills Hope he don't look inside this bottle, 'cause it's advil Stone tripping, he pop bars like they Advil And he don't charge a happy meal, to get your ass killed Mama caught me on the block, you know she started tripping She put me on punishment, ain't no television Made my first ten, I wasn't tryna hear it Told my mama fuck cable, I don't even miss it