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ybs skola - pro bowl lyrics

[intro: ybs skola]
rolex ain’t never doin’ no tickin’
ybs sh-t, only hope
i’m what the streets been missin’, you dig?
yeah
elijah

[chorus: ybs skola]
caught auntie playin’ ’round in the kitchen (in the kitchen)
had to tell her that’s a dope bowl
me and my n-ggas ballin’ hard in the trenches (in the trenches)
nfl like pro bowl
i ain’t worried ’bout chit-chattin’ you b-tches (you b-tches)
i gotta run through a boatload
rolex ain’t never doin’ no tickin’
pyrex ready, whip a whole chicken
caught auntie playin’ ’round in the kitchen (in the kitchen)
had to tell her that’s a dope bowl
me and my n-ggas ballin’ hard in the trenches (in the trenches)
nfl like pro bowl
i ain’t worried ’bout chit-chattin’ you b-tches (you b-tches)
i gotta run through a boatload
rolex ain’t never doin’ no tickin’
pyrex ready, whip a whole chicken

[verse 1: ybs skola]
y’all n-ggas ain’t down for no mission
catch a body on them bl1ckies then you gotta go bang it (stop block)
strapped up when i’m ridin’ through the town
or when i’m in public ’cause i know how they carry it (strapped up)
windows tinted, ain’t tellin’ whose sh-t i’m in (ain’t no tellin’)
f-ck talkin’, i’m tryna bring them figures in (get it in)
i was broke back then, now i get it in (woo)
i was lost for a minute, but figured it out
cut off them all, you won’t see him ’round
they straight let me down, they did it for clout
we still goin’ strong, we still got the bomb
i’m way at the top, it’s never a drought
my girl is the bomb, be what she belong
i buy her the charms, you know that’s my spouse
high off the reefer, tryna get deeper
thumb in her keister, wearin’ her out
cartier frames, ain’t wearin’ my chains
i’m stayin’ low-key ’cause them peoples out
we got the best of whatever you need
if you don’t believe me, come peep it out
young og, i don’t need no vouch (no no)
traphouse cool, we don’t need no couch
runnin’ them plays all through that b-tch
white folks catch on, then we move out (gotta go)

[verse 2: nfl vicky]
me and young skola been rollin’ through the trenches
goin’ crazy since teenagers
we ain’t really never been worried ’bout these n-ggas
’cause them n-ggas, they been haters
ridin’ ’round town, pimpin’ out the accord
’bout to cop me a benz later
claim you real, you ain’t never say a word
’til we seen them charge papers (rats)
i ain’t never ask a n-gga for a favor
grind hard and it’s shine time later (real)
and it’s still i don’t got no caper
i’ll never ever ever change up (never)
all my ybs n-ggas stand up (stand up)
nfl, n-gga run them bands up (get the paper)
big knots and they rubber band up
time out ’cause i keep my mouth shut (never squeal)
all my n-ggas, we supposed to have trust (come on, let’s get the bricks)
all my n-ggas, we supposed to have trust (grab the pyrex and let’s go and mix)
all my n-ggas, we supposed to have trust (i’m with the shinners, i’m tryna get rich)
all my n-ggas, we supposed to have trust (nfl, we like the pro bowl, b-tch)

- ybs skola lyrics

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