Sum2prove

Wait,shoutout 808melo woo
Wait wait
I gat some weed in my hood
Moving through traps we drop in some foods
Spin through your block i gat bitch at your hood
Christian Louboution I'm wearing them hood
500 racks that no baby racks foo
Sipping no lean i go straight to the food
I'm a lil boy but i gat sum 2 prove
Always on tv but not on the news
The nigga was down,the nigga just blew
She clapping the ass your bitch she a foo
She smiling at me,No I'm not your boo
Flew to Atlanta me and my crew
My diamonds be ice,fuck on your wife
Pull up and strike,check on my stripes
Smelling the dyke,we up and we flight
We smelt through the line,pull up its time
I gat some truck back and the front
You know is Big Posh
You know we do not flop
You know we get up
We on the board
Wait Wait Wait uhn
I know why all the opp niggas hate me
Cause they know i be flexing
I did 15s on my checkings
It's big louboution when I'm stepping
Its big .38 for the weapon
Uhn wait wait wait wait
Blick em ohh I block 'em
Look what the fuck, nigga
Uhn uhn uhn uhn, wait
Shoutout 808 melo

Wait,Stir fry i be cooking this bitch
Stir fry i be whipping this chicks(Grrrr)
Drop that come and suck up the dick(Bow)
Big ole you know she gone be freak
Do the dance you know she gone be crip
Southside you know we gone be crip
She do the dance like she just a strip
She holding it ima fuck her to sleep
Pour it out let me suck up the milk
Bring her out let me fuck up the milf
We gone pull up snatch your babaz
Big 092 thats all my guys
We gone pull up with some big stripes
We gon pick 'em give him big strike
RiP Pop Smoke that's my Big Dawg
We gon shoot 'em with some big glock

My bitch a foreigner and she love to fuck
She suck it up, make her fall in love
Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue
She do the walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us
The gas that I'm smokin' potent
Ice on my neck snowin'
I'm dark skin, glowin'
Off the Perky, I'm rollin'
Valet, park it
I'm screamin', I'm barkin'
They like, "Poppy, why you startin'?"
Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo)
They know I'm wildin', I need that respect
Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next
Drac' keep on shootin' until it's none left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set
Twenty years old, but I move like the vet
You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, 'cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I fuck her and pass her
Show her the difference between a dog and a master
Lamborghini truck, floorin'
Got your bitch in the back whorin'
She like, "Papi, I adore you"
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," rrr,rrr,rrr