Loco - The Professional lyrics

[Produced by Loco] [Intro] This the commission where we handle sh** like grown men [Verse 1] All you pussies fall back,this ain't nothing petty Married to the streets, bag of sweets for confetti Riding with my baddest b**h, I tell her she's my bestie Hair like Ca**ie, cat suit like Jessie And she rock Jays way better than a jezzy She roll up my haze and she cook a n***a breakie My n***a got the dark he call it that Wesley I got Paris in the Hilton and she ain't on the hezzie Yeah they call me young Teffy, fat long speshy Your boy James Coffee catch you when you having breakie Right handed but I still wack him with the lefty n***a I'm a pesty, goodfella call me Pesci Still gotta ring ring trap, that's word to Fekky But make the matic bu-bu-bang for your gold prezzy Still drink yak, goose, Rosé, remy And beef will never die, we all close to our semis But we gotta chase fetti, that's the m o deli Riding in a rental, just got a grab from benny On the blower to my brudda in the bin on his celly Said he got the drop for me, told me it's the belly Can't sit around all day smoking on the smelly Cause trill n******gs die young, word to Makaveli It's me against the world and motherf**er I'm ready Make my girlfriend buss and tell these pussies come and get me The Gs come around and we host a gangster seshy Bottles go round and so does the blessy Thankful for my gifts, the most merciful bless me Reflecting on my sins, I know some of them are petty Try and live life and think about d**h regularly Cause I don't want to die, I ain't a stain, I ain't ready One time for the young Gs in the cemetery And when they bury me, I beg you beat off a desi In the COC last night, riding with Femi Had some Greek food and we let the sharks breffy Was shouting to your chic and she had me on the telly I had grinning teeth then I had her in the telly They got us on the wire in the close circuit telly Yeah the Feds are building cases, sh** is getting scary Donnies best mind how you're brandishing your bezzies Cause we don't watch faces we wrap 'em like prezzies Yeah the call me young teffy, cla**y but messy White boys say I'm heavy, I'm the black Elvis Presley Boys on the crud like Arthur Petrelli Down south hospitality but no, I ain't Nelly b**h I'm Jimi Conway, rob a man and give him pennies Put dons on a move, yeah we icing that jelly Don't get your a** rolled on like Kelly No deodorant, we spray sure cause we deadly