Prove It

Yahsir beats go crazy Kadeo & Yahsir go crazy Cooking up crack like Its the 80's Bitch you aint my boo you aint my baby Big wheel G-wagon mercedes This shit is the color as gravy You gotta admit that im wavey Im high in the sky where the planes be Fully loaded, FN I get the bands aint no question We cannot kick It no tekken You a goofy cant call you my bredren Stop tryna give me ya music You stealing my shit and still clueless My old shit sounding just like ya new shit He said that he tough but I want him to Prove It! Viral Bow! Shoutout to Fivi (Bow!) Im with the gang they beside me (Aye) We moving slimey and grimey (Aye Aye) Wait that aint It, if i take a L imma drop another hit Internal Affair running this shit bitch (Bitch) Running this shit Yea we dangerous Bitch we armed and dangerous Get smoked like angel dust I dont know that nigga he said that he came with us? Give him the treatment! If i kill a nigga its gon be for a reason Labels they hitting my phone for a meeting If its not a couple M's we are not meeting In love with dead presidents In love with the pussy Its heaven sent Kadeo the goat and its evident Cant fit you lames in my regiment Was gon keep rapping Why da fucking fucking beat stop Bitch im on top like a treetop Now they on my dick like he hot