Prove It To Me

Two-two bad bitches tryna whip it,

Tryna plead

So I tell em' "Bust it on a G"

First class, I'm a nigga, so I can't forget the heat huh

Bumpin' music and i'm late night cruisin'

Pro-prove it to me

Uh

I see lil' shawty, she extra she 'bout her business uh

Fuckin' bitches like i'm markin' off a hit list

Thr-three bands just to take you on the road,

Come with me, baby spillin' out her soul

Shit ain't sweet lies spittin', a gamble

Got bitches linin' up, and they signin' to sample,

They love a real nigga,

Yeah the vibe so cold

Gold chain swingin,

While I ride the coast

They askin', "What's next?"

And I'm countin' my checks

Why they tryna flex?

And I'm dodgin the stress

Fake love all around

I'm peepin' the game

Took her off the hitlist now she screamin' my name

Bitches hit the list,

Ex 'em out real quick

Rollin' up the good smoke ridin' thru wit the clique

Fuck around get lost tryna play with Oso

Niggas mad i'm chillin' and im sippin on slo-mo

Burnin' thru the bitch,

Yeah the vibe stay lit

She said she love a thug

But I ain't buying that shit

I'm focused on the hustle

Can't be tied with the tricks

Why I cross her off the hit list and I'll dip real quick

Oso movin' silent and the noise stay loud

Niggas hating from the back while i'm leading the crowd

Smokin' weed gettin high im built for the throne

Check the list, see my name

Yeah, I did it on my own

On my own

Did it on my own

Prove it

To me

Baby

Aye

Two-two bad bitches tryna whip it,

Tryna plead

So I tell em' "Bust it on a G"

First class, I'm a nigga, so I can't forget the heat huh

Bumpin' music and i'm late night cruisin'