Prove Sum

(álbum: Fredo Kruger 2 - 2017)

[Fredo Santana:]
Call a nigga say what's up man
Squad shit
Savage Squad shit bitch
Savage Squad shit bitch
Fredo what up man
Fredo man Lil Reesy we in this bitch
Reesy, hey what's up man

I'da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame niggas hating but they ain't gon' do nothing
You gon' make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
You gon' make me grab my chopper & just shoot something
Say you got a body nigga prove something(prove sum)
Make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Say you gotta body nigga prove something

[Lil Reese:]
All my niggas grimy, we gon do something
Say you gotta chopper, nigga shoot something
Skeet off from the scene, it was two something
Skeet off from the scene, I got two thumping
Now I ain't with the [?], cause I'ma do something
Miss me with the talking, nigga you bluffing
This shit get so deep, man I said fuck my cousin
Hit that bitch and put her out like it was nothing
Smoking out the pound, we used to roll for nothing
Used to be my mans, now like at you like nothing
I came up from nothing, now I'm on to something
And all this shit can't stop me, cause I'm keep hustling

[Fredo Santana:]
Ay
I'da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame niggas hating but they ain't gon' do nothing
You gon' make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
You gon' make me grab my chopper & just shoot something
Say you got a body nigga prove something(prove sum)
Make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Say you gotta body nigga prove something

Light up a fuck nigga crib in broad day
[?] shoot where his momma stay (fuck it)
Three killers with me there in your driveway
[?] a nigga, snatch his chain like Friday
Trapper died gimmie all his heart away
You can't get a penny like Tim Hardaway
I jug, finesse, I get mine the smarter way
Pull up with AK's where your son and daughter stay
Extort a lame nigga, yeah he gotta pay
I put that bag on your head if I gotta pay
Kill a nigga, I ain't like his ass anyway
Lil folks shoot you in the face, I ain't gotta spray

Ay, ay
I'da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame niggas hating but they ain't gon' do nothing
You gon' make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Fake ass tough niggas
Say you out here man
Do something man
Nigga turn up
Squad shit man