Pro Freak

Part I [Intro: Traci Young-Byron, Fatman Scoop & Monte Booker] Ooh, y'all look good (Big–) Oh my God, y'all look good (Big–) Ooh, adjust yo' crown (Big boo–) Ooh, adjust yo' crown, -djust yo' crown (Big boo–) Ooh, y'all look good (Big booty girl) Oh my God, y'all look good (Big booty–) Ooh, adjust yo' crown Ooh, adjust yo' crown, -djust yo' crown (Beautiful girls) Ooh, don't let it fall, you better keep it up (Hey, hey) Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, c'mon, ah (We like them–) [Chorus: Smino & Fatman Scoop] We like them girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak, but she get ghetto after Friday (We like you) Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak, but she get ghetto after Fri— (And'nem, and'nem, and'nem) We like them girls with the—, girls with the— Them girls with the— (Girls, lovin' all thеm girls) Girls with the—, girls with the— Them girls with thе—, girls with the— (In the whole wide world, we love all them girls) (Oh!) [Verse 1: Smino & Fatman Scoop] Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, she bold Let's get it, the pussy hit different (Different) Said that the regular-degular never impressin' her Want a rich nigga (Woo, want a rich nigga) I mess with her head when I'm textin' her I know she ain't mine, I'm like, "Who pussy is it?" She know enough people in places (Oh!) I'm seein' her, makin' her second decisions (Oh!) Mm, mm, mm, bad bitch grease my scalp My old bitty wanna come back, said, "Nah" But I'm glad that she reached out ("Shit, thanks for callin'") New Coupe, mm, whip it like Tyrese (Skrr, skrrt) I been doin' magic, hit a tall girl on my tippy toes, still no crease (Baby, baby) On my shoes, call it my Air-itage 'Cause I rock Forces, still don't force, shit, the hernia ain't for me [Pre-Chorus: Smino & Fatman Scoop] (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, c'mon) Now every time she put that ass up in the air I put one in the air Last week I was skressin' 'bout some bullshit, this week, I don't care (Hey, I'm stressin' 'bout) (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, c'mon) Now every time she put that ass up in the air I put one in the air (Girls) Last week I was skressin' 'bout some bullshit, this week, I don't care (In the whole wide world, we love all them girls) (Oh!) [Chorus: Smino & Fatman Scoop & Monte Booker] Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto after Friday (Big booty girl) Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto after Fri- We like them— [Verse 2: Doechii & Smino] Diamonds is yellow, the chain on Modelo My foot on the pedal, the hood in the meadow I'm good in the ghetto, the booty on Jell-O The cootie on pharaoh, the spirit on tarot The studio narrow, the cap and sombrero The cap is incredible, waist is so Mrs. Incredible Face this credible black bitch, set bitch Bad bitch, federal, bombastic bitch, I got several High fashion shit on my pedestal, she's a— Pro freak, and ya need her like Jolie Santeria, white beau sheep, purified and her soul clean I need her, no quittin', no Quent' Tarantina No fishin', that clit Aquafina Pulp Fiction, nose ring, nose bleeder Dark tint, four-seater, John Cena— Now you see it, now you don't Shawty, let me get in that badonkadonkdonk Lady in the street, lady in the song Wetter than the beach, tighter than the Bronx I see her, I see like Sia, bad bitches in Osteria (We like them girls with the-) Like Via, I see ya, I see ya, Anita, I need her, I do (We like them girls with the-) [Chorus: Smino] Pro freak but she get ghetto after Friday Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto after Fri— We like them— [Refrain: Smino] Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (Pro freak) Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (Ghetto after Friday) Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (We like them—) Part II [Verse 3: Smino] Oh, shit, haha, woah Still boxin' all my demons (Different) Bounced it, go on 'head so we can dabble this (Different, ooh, ah, different) Locked in, I walked in with the keys on me (Different, different) (Different, ooh, ah) I been actin' (Different) I done turned my mouth into a tabernacle (Different) Made her wanna lick all on my Adam Apple (Different) Fly her to Jamaica, now she goin' natural (Different, ooh, ah) Baby, that's (Different) Radio won't play me 'cause I radiate (Different) Same old nigga, but I feel a lil' (Different) Same old nigga, but I f— (Different, ooh, ah) Huh, I'm up all night on the psychies I do it by myself in my Nike 'Member when this shit was all exciting Now my heroes do this shit just like me Spider-Man mean, Peter Park the coupe (Skrrt) Everything green like Dr. Seuss, sir You ain't part of shit, you a particle, sir The bass hit hard like a tooth loose Baby too wet, need rice for the couscous I ain't took a flight all year, still trippy Big satellite on the roof, wave cripsy Nigga, all the figures see fish, they with me Tell me how you got all them opinions about me Nigga oughta thank Smi' for lettin' this bitch breathe Semi-automatic how she bustin' when a nigga callin' Call of Duty shooter, keep it in the Telfar I bought her [Outro: Smino] Different