​professionals lyrics

[Intro: Pitfall]
Thank God, I made it into the light
I think I'm safe in the light
You've got to get me out of here
(Z-Z-Zeroworld)
Feels good to be back

[Verse 1: Pitfall]
Feeling homicidal
Jacket hollow point inside the mag, it hit his vitals
And you don't need to know my f*cking name, you know my titles
And all these other rappers, they below me like disciples
'Cause I'm a pill popper, showstopper
Mincemeat, we gon' turn him to a Whopper
Big shopper, bullets made of copper
Couple hundred yards, check the wind, don't need a spotter
b*tch steppin' in, I'm solo
How many shots to paint a picture? Well, I don't know
Well I'ma take as many shots as I need to
One round, it'll be your last, I guarantee you
You know who the f*ck to call if you need professionals
Fifty racks, lil' b*tch, that's a comma, not a decimal
And where the f*ck the body? Burn it up like pyrotechnical
Now we go turn it technical, I feel incredible

[Bridge: tropes]
I can't stand it, why are you in love?
I can't tell, won't somebody help?
Who are you?
[Verse 2: tropes]
I leave him sleeping with a blade
Yeah, I feel like stone, but this ain't no diamond brigade
I ain't f*cking with him, I shoot his ass up like a bidet
I leave my doors unlocked, I don't need no barricade
Got a habit talking down, I think I'll put 'em in a grave
Think I'll put 'em in a grave, don't even know what to say
700k f*ckers, you b*tches won't stop calling brave
Think I might just start a rave, b*tch, I think I'm doing great
Yeah, I can't even hear you 'cause, b*tch, I'm living in a cave
What's it like being like that?
b*tch, did you even think when you typed that?
If you send that sh*t my way, I send it right back
And, b*tch, I keep an AR and ain't no eyepatch
I put it all twice over, what am I supposed to do?
Yeah, I'm telling all the info, I put disclosure in you
Ain't a Christian, you don't listen
Turn now, you will never see the vision