Lyrics

“My Friend Is A Pro”

Chorus 1:
I just want to go ski
Get all my shit for free
(Whoa)

Have fun eternally
Or ’til I blow my knee
(Whoa)

Hitting jumps of all sizes
Competing for prizes
And contracts and hos
(Contracts and hos)

I’m a marginal rider
With papes and a lighter
And my friend’s a pro

My friend’s a pro (6x)

Verse 1 (Colby):
So you wanna go ski
And be balling like me
Never pushing the limits
Staying injury free

Fuck waxing bases
Bitch, I don’t know how
Fuck sharpening edges
I’ve got team managers now

Skiing three days a week
For just two hours a day
And the number one reason
Is so that I can get paid

Don’t you front on me
This is as hard as it get
I need my MacBook Pro
I need my Intermanet (Internet)

If you think you’re a pro
This log of snus is for you
Don’t spill a drop of that sizzurp
Or else you’ll drink from my shoe

I’m as tight as they come
Just letting everybody know
I was made for this shit
I’m as white as the snow

Fuck all you fuckers
This shit is fucking fucked
Hating shits, fuck you
You motherfucking chumps

I came out to Super Sessions
Fit to flick a bean
Uh oh, bitches, run
Here comes the Dream Team

Chorus 2:
I just want to go ski
Get all my shit for free
(Whoa)

Have fun eternally
Or ’til I blow my knee
(Whoa)

Hitting jumps of all sizes
Competing for prizes
And contracts and hos
(Contracts and hos)

I’m a marginal rider
Your shit might be tighter
But my friend’s a pro

My friend’s a pro (6x)

Verse 2 (John):
So you want to go ski
And be gnarly like me
Get shots and show up
In the DVD’s and magazines

Some fools think it’s easy
But that’s because they don’t see
It takes me 50 tries to get
A single trick that looks clean

And that’s why haters hate
But I won’t ever let it
Bother me. And if it does
I picture my newest edit.

Picture, um, syrup-sipping
Picture, um, Scotty Pippen
Picture other shit they talk about all the time in hip-hop albums?

Ayo, hold on a minute
I ain’t even finished
I got a cell phone
With all the pros’ names in it

I got a black key
I got a gold chain
If it’s on Jon tonight
I’m pouring champagne

I’m looking tight in the air
Keeping my steeze together
Something, something, something
Afterbang, or whatever
(Whatever)

Fuck flat, motherfucker
‘Cuz I’m on a slope
Not ‘cuz I’m dope
I’m friends with a pro

Bridge:
Bright colors used to be whack
But then they came right back
Pro skiers look like a bag of Skittles

When I decide to go ski
It’s all eyes on me
They saying, “Oh man, he’s the shittles!”

Still grinding
Still hustling
Afterbanging
And trick busting

To my ladies, and my shorties, and my hos
Get to dancing and grind on them pros

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