Professor Oak Lyrics

I finesse Professor Oak, chemist with no lab coat

I've been gone off the smoke, your girl love the way I stroke

Her pussy just getting poked, when I'm done I'm getting ghost

You cannot fuck with the team, we out here living the dream

Things may not always be what they seem cause that boy may just be off a bean

Gas smoke mixed in with the mist, I want diamonds on my wrist

I see two hoes in the midst, fuck them then they get dismissed

I finesse Professor Oak, like my windows with a cloak

That bitch took me for a joke, got them presidents that croaked

That hoe fucking for the clout, I just only want the mouth

Pussy smelling like trout, guess I got to kick her out

Niggas hating on success, my teacher wished me the best

Please don't step to me a mess, took his girl, now he depressed

Niggas copying the style, niggas walking in my aisle

Damn, I couldn't beat the trial, but I still left with a smile

Nigga mad it ain't you, now you see me with your boo

Doing shit you couldn't do, ain't got no choice but to shoot

That boy everybody knows, wanna wear the finer clothes

It's the streets or the stove, I finessed Professor Oak

He finessed Professor Oak, bitches come in and they go

Her head game is type pro, she might be a psycho

Like my bitches feisty, fake niggas slimy

Making moves wisely, Khazi the Almighty

Ain't no thotties getting saved, beat the pussy like a slave

Niggas want beef on they page, guessing white castle they crave

That boy sipping on the act, fuck the hoe and give her back

Say you broke and let it stack, now you counting up them racks

A nigga trying go deep, niggas out here goalies

Real niggas only, big and still hungry

Niggas tryna take what's mine, makin' attempts all the time

I'm a still get my shine, let them bitches hit my line

I finesse Professor Oak, chemist with no lab coat

I've been gone off the smoke, your girl love the way I stroke

Her pussy just getting poked, when I'm done I'm getting ghost

You cannot fuck with the team, we out here living the dream

Things may not always be what they seem

That wild boy may just be off the lean

Gas smoke mixed in with the mist, I want diamonds on my wrist

I see two hoes in the midst, fuck them then they get dismissed