Like a Pro Video (MV)

I'm rollin' joints like an orthopedic
Get killed or sit still like a quadriplegic
I mack dames, I don't care if their man with 'em
I get it poppin', I'm vain like an aneurism
My shit good, never hear me with a bad verse
I drop bombs and draw blood like lab work
I spit sick when I kick or I ink a verse
Rick Grimes, got lines like a wrinkled shirt
My bars are flame
You're a fruit - orange
I smack haters and stack paper like Mark Twain
Boy, I got game
Yeah, I'm just sayin'
I got scales like title fights at official weigh-ins
I am not playin'
So cut the chit-chat
I'm after G's to stack cheese like Straw Hat
And my snapback's on another level
I'm the shit, period, like a class schedule
In a 747 or a Chevy sittin' low
200 miles an hour, with the pedal to the flo'
No matter what the tempo, whether fast or extra slow
You put me on that track and I'm gon' handle like a pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
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Like a pro, pro
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See, I'm a mu'f*ckin' professional
With a whole bunch of hoes on my dick
Which is draggin' on the flo'
'Cause it's so damn big that I gotta throw it over
My shoulder, so I don't trip or stub my f*cking toe
I am better than you in every way
And I have way more money than like every bank
And I'm swagged the f*ck out, yo
My necklace and rings
Got a different set for every day, whenever I change
And my car is so new that nobody's even seen it
I don't push to start it, all I gotta do is think it
What you know about that new 2023 Benz?
I copped one for me and then I bought one for like three friends
Plus I'm such a thug, I done killed like three hundred people
Matter of fact, I'm choking someone out, as we speak, yo
That's just how we roll
I should be your hero
Your money short like Pesci
My dinero more DeNiro
In a 747 or a Chevy sittin' low
200 miles an hour, with the pedal to the flo'
No matter what the tempo, whether fast or extra slow
You put me on that track and I'm gon' handle like a pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
I keep it real
Real stupid, folks
Got trillions in the bank, still sellin' coke
Y'all still rockin' minks?
Them is boo-boo coats
I go back in time and skin a wooly mammoth when I get cold
I hear your fantasy raps, buddy, they're gettin' old
Sorta like the snacks trapped in Rick Ross' fat folds
I'm an asshole
Wake up and I smack hoes
Have 'em line up with their titties out and autograph those
That's just how that goes
You're f*ckin' with a rap pro
Your bitch wraps her lips around my pole
Until she gags, bro
Enough of that though, let's get back to the cash flow
Suicide Lamborghini doors on my 'Lac Rolls
With the Coachella hologram Satchmo
In the passenger seat, hollerin'
(Y'all some bad hoes?)
Take 'em back home
Party at the pad, yo
These virgins wanna give me their first blood
Rambo
In a 747 or a Chevy sittin' low
200 miles an hour, with the pedal to the flo'
No matter what the tempo, whether fast or extra slow
You put me on that track and I'm gon' handle like a pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro
Like a pro, pro