Prove It

Shit
Ooh

I'm with my shawty, we sit in the back
Talkin' my shit and I'm spittin' them facts
Poppin' my rocket cause I never lack
I told my homie you gotta relax
You gotta relax, yeah, you gotta relax
Her ass like a tire, we making it flat
Can't come around when it's Zack on the track
I just got brand new bag
Then I got a brand new bitch
Everything I do straight bangs
'Cause I got two tone on my wrist
Why they lookin' at me funny?
I don't really want these hoes
Wanna go somewhere sunny, yeah

Bitch, you are the baddest, I wanna know you
I ain't nothing average, I'm tryna show you
Stunting with my Mavericks, I'm with the whole crew
Hit it then we vanish, she wasn't for you
Yeah, you gon' make me lose it
Bitch, I'm goin' stupid
If you got a problem with me
You gon' have to prove it
Can't take it back, yeah, uh
You can't take it back, uh

Smoke in my lungs, I be off of the pack
Just got a fifth, I might spend it in Saks
Poppin' it, poppin' it, poppin' it back
I won't stop rapping 'til I got a plaque
Told her to rake it up just like Yo Gotti
I got your bitch, she all over my body
We in the sheets and we getting real naughty
High off the purp, I just copped a new Audi
Give that bitch a Lyft, she keep asking for a ride
I ain't really 'bout that shit, they keep wanting me to slide
I got IG model bitches droppin' low for the live
And that pussy really got me doin' time, yeah

Bitch, you are the baddest, I wanna know you
I ain't nothing average, I'm tryna show you
Stunting with my Mavericks, I'm with the whole crew
Hit it then we vanish, she wasn't for you
Yeah, you gon' make me lose it
Bitch, I'm goin' stupid
If you got a problem with me
You gon' have to prove it
Can't take it back, yeah, uh
You can't take it back, uh



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Writer(s): Wack Zack
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