Proper

Nigga you better move proper He caught a shot needa doctor Lame nigga he lookin awkward I f*ck with that hoe she a topper Crackin his shell nigga larry the lobster Speakin on me nigga what did it cost ya Dreadhead baby i feel like a rasta Stirrin this bitch up this shìt like some pasta Remember them days on the back of the bus If you talkin too hot we gon turn em to dust Big body truck ima have to adjust Bitch only the money I trust Walk in this bitch n im givin no fucks Ya can't f*ck with me nigga lets keep it a buck The tooly on me ima tuck Stompin him out if he think he can duck That nigga really be thinkin he p Double the money just leave it to me He caught a shot cause he think he g If im pushin this bitch ima leave it on e I know some niggas throwin up a three He talkin down we leave em on a t Ballin on niggas i don't need a re I'm tryna see what its gonna be Nigga pass me the ball and im scorin We ridin around like we tourin Bullets gon hit him we leavin him torn Nigga you broke i could've sworn I'm kickin her out if she borin You rockin some shit that i already worn Summer right here nigga its gettin warm Bitch im the sun ima weather the storm Freaky lil bitch wanna go on the cam Free all the fam that be locked in the jam Quan gonna up it n blam I fucked that l bitch n she turnt to a fan I'm gleamin you know this my land Geekin up think i just pop me a tan I'm tryna count up some bands She on the beach with her ass on the sand Blowin up bitch i just feel like osama Turn the booth into a suana Run up a band bitch i need me a comma I'm smokin on runtz like obama I do not f*ck with no niggas if they not talkin bout bands I'm only fuckin with bitches thats suckin dick with no hands Ima keep doin this shit ima run this shit up ima stick to the plan Takin my shit islands' makin them bangers i gotta expand Jungle jay been gettin busy' he really locked in the can I'm smokin this wood to the face' feel like im off of the xan I told my momma ima just go n just get it' i told her i swear Countin up money countin up digits' throwin them blues in the air The shit i be talkin is the shit i be livin' i got to them bitches in pairs That bitch annoyin she said its not givin' i told that bitch i don't care R.I.P dump' forever you' ima just back out the hemi Mafia shit' im with the gang they comin thru with the semi I'm with some bitches they gettin lit' they comin thru with henny I just been talkin my shit' we comin thru in a bently