Pro Bowl YBS Skola (Ft. NFL Vicky)

[Intro: YBS Skola]
Rolex ain't never doin' no tickin'
YBS shit, 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 niggas ballin' hard in the trenches (In the trenches)
NFL like Pro Bowl
I ain't worried 'bout chit-chattin' you bitches (You bitches)
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 niggas ballin' hard in the trenches (In the trenches)
NFL like Pro Bowl
I ain't worried 'bout chit-chattin' you bitches (You bitches)
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 niggas ain't down for no mission
Catch a body on them blickies 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 shit I'm in (Ain't no tellin')
Fuck 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 bitch
White folks catch on, then we move out (Gotta go)