Nothin To Prove

Yeah
Lil Flame, Lil Ice
Make yo bitch say it twice
Gang in here with me
Yeah nigga rerock send shots when we see opps bitch
The mafia
The family

When you dive up in that water better jump in with your scuba gear
Heard yall never use your poles they some souvenirs
Xd's, glocks and AR's yeah its a few in here
Nigga this a RE-ROCK party who let you in here
You in them cloudy ass diamonds, check me out all my jewels is clear
All this damn designer i'm always rockin' the newest gear
4 Lines of Wokiana in my cup, we aint doing beer
Man yall always do the most but I aint got nothin' to prove in here
I don't even gotta try and we still out here showing it
All this paper coming in how we not gon be blowing it
RE-ROCK we the winning team forreal but you know this shit
Diamonds changing color off the light with a frozen wrist
Im always where da money at you got a play yeah i'm on it then
Yeah gang tied in like the mob we dont want no friends
Tynna pull up in that Cullinan forreal I dont want no Benz
You just sittin' on your ass all day must not want no bands
Yeah forreal
Yeah like forreal
Yeah
You just sittin' on your ass all day must not want no bands
Pull up lookin' like the whole team got it off the scams
You already know its all hustle in my blood got it off them grams
If I dont got what you need I guarantee you get it off my mans
Fucked around and missed my show I was poured and lost track of time
Bitch say you never text me back yeah im on my grind
Nigga said he had some green wock ugh you drinkin' slime?
Me and Burr pouring red and purple up going line for line
Yeah, gang going crazy in the studio we go line for line
You aint got no pape dont ask me bout no features you wasting time
I know you think this shit came over night but it take time
Yeah I aint never been no pocket watcher, I make mine
Yeah seen yo bitch choosing up on gang, glad she aint mine
I bet she bring her ass over here right now off a facetime
If thats yo bitch then why blowing up my phone
Talkin' bout she want to fuck me before I blow
Had to tell her its too late bitch i'm gone
Yeah i'm gone, bitch i'm on
They asking how I make this music, its real life
Your diamonds melting off your body this real ice
I'm rockin' with my brother weather they wrong or right
We pouring dirty faygos up it aint no sprite

When you dive up in that water better jump in with your scuba gear
Heard yall never use your poles they some souvenirs
Xd's, glocks and AR's yeah its a few in here
Nigga this a RE-ROCK party who let you in here
You in them cloudy ass diamonds, check me out all my jewels is clear
All this damn designer i'm always rockin' the newest gear
4 Lines of Wokiana in my cup, we aint doing beer
Man yall always do the most but I aint got nothin' to prove in here



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Writer(s): Ivan Casillas
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