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 bald
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 Quentin, no quit 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 it, up-and-up, but don't, don't
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-)
We like Via, I see ya, I see ya, I need her, I need her, I do (We like them girls with the-)

[Chorus: Smino]
We like the 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