J.I.D - Pro - Verbs lyrics

[Intro] Be you You focus on one, you'll never be two And then number two; most n***as see through But now that I think That's prolly number three too Huh Yeah [Verse 1] Y'all want that real sh** back, then please say so You n***as got it Manti Teo'd On the eighth show I'm walking 'round with the eighth tryna f** Jhene Aiko However you say the name I cream that p**y like a bagel You know how the play goes Stunt a little then lay low Names, never say those Your girl in Giuseppes on Quavo Dancing on top of tables I'm finna pick six like 22 with son Tadoe I hop in her whip, she bumping Gucci Mane and Zaytoven She get in mines I'm bumping Beethoven Its to the crib ain't gotta say nothing I send her back to ya Blood drained, J.I.D. the STD for Dracula Crack her back play the sax, call Satchmo He ain't gon' react Just relax bro It ain't for a show I'm just waterin' my lawn 'cause I turn on the hose [Chorus] Rule number one; be you You focus on one, you'll never be two And then number two; most n***as see through But now that I think, that's probably number three too [Verse 2] And then number four is like pour D'ousse D'ousse Now this the wrong book, I'm looking at the wrong rules Cause then number five says "purchase a coupe" All black no shoes, then T-top the roof And then get your windows and doors bulletproof So the shots can't come in But then we spray out the roof Dog n***as like "ROOF" at your b**h like a wolf Or a pack of Spill-n***as, government my own troops Give me some of that Gil-Scott, b**h turn on the loops Motherf** your drums, I'm finna spit it to the flutes Talk around my city, just point him out who got the juice Couldn't quote my sh** You'll probably break a f**ing tooth You're talking about Richter scale I earthquake the f**ing booth I shake it 'till its f**ing loose So f** a rapper, f** a cougar Put my dick like right into her f** a mattress, f** the actress Unless your a** is an actor Then fools need to be captured I'm the master, I'm the ma**a' And they wanna a**a**inate me Why they wanna hate me? I just need a cure for these rap bar rabies And a Beijing b**h to come ma**age then rape me Xvid tape me Taste these kids then I'm on back to my day scheme You living single like (?) and Queen La I'm prolly coaching your team I'm J.I.D (?) My D.C. girl tell me she love Sosa Put her hair in a pin, bang bang and O-Block Shots rang, cops came, n***a no saw Arrividerci and Bon Suis Yeah