Propain - What Up Doe lyrics

Ah yeah, we gon' have some fun this time
Dog uh (Freeway)
Dangerous mind shit, haha

Damn, that nigga, Propain, a bad mother
Gettin' bread
Feedin' his team like the last supper
Dang, that boy be spazzin'
Where his ass come from
I'm from the land of the trill
Just the last of us
Never knew my dad, fuck him
So where I'm from, we ask nothin' ever
Just kick your fuckin' door in
Grab somethin', ballin' on these bitches
My style is of the essence
Niggas hatin' but couldn't walk a
Mile inside my 7s
Livin' in the ghetto with the problem
I had a lesson
So I'm college educated, still connivin'


Runnin' reckless my life was hard
What you surprised that I ain't stressin'
We was taught, if get you
Hurt and you don't die, it's just a lesson
I'm tryna stack a mil' without
The swines tryna arrest us
But chances of us ballin' and
Stayin' alive is anorexic
I does it, major moves without the budget
And I'm still runnin' shit, underground
Harriet Tubman
I got these streets reppin' out
From Austin out to Lubbock
San Anton' to Longview
Shout out to my country cousins
And I ain't buzzin'
Niggas mad I got they dames buggin'
Grindin' up they face like
This nigga ain't nothin' ha, nothin'
But hang back is what I won't do
Trill recognize trill and bitch
I don't know you

One for the money, two for the show
Three for grind, I can't stop, I want more
Five for the haters
I ain't forgot about the 4s
That's what I'm ridin' on when
I'm slidin' by them hoes
All my players on the left, what up, doe?
My bare broads on the
Right, holla, "What up, doe?"
And all my goons in the back, what up, doe?
My trill niggas in the
Front, holla, "What up, doe?" Ayy

Uh, I I I got that Ronald Reagan flow
You you rappers is pussy, a hunnid naked hoes
Fifty thousand on statements and
Still we makin' more
I'm tryna teach my niggas who livin'
Fast to take it slow
See see see that tough shit
This ain't for pro 'Cause most of these
Wanna-be-ass gangstas broke
And all we see is a circus of clowns
A bunch of square niggas
I'll rap circles around
Boy, oh, I'm a king of deservin' the crown
A couple fiends just throwin' roses
Who worship my ground
And if these rappers fly
Then they turbulence bound they flow wet
The clothes they rockin' look
Worse than they sound
Drop Squad, my gang gon' top the hill
New age maf' for real
And fuck who ain't la famil'
I resurrect my city
Somebody bring the doctor bill
And make it out to Propain, Dr trill
UGK up in my speakers bumpin'
These 15s bangin' like the
Streets of Compton
The gangstas respect me 'cause I rolled
Up out the streets from nothin'
And stayed true to who I was
And never reached a frontin'
I got a style these niggas tryna steal
Kinda ill, ride the beat like a Bonneville
Lil mama chill
You with a true G behind the wheel
I'm in the bulidin', they not, fire drill
I'm on
Shinin' in they face like a diamond grill
Blow breath
Just to show the team how the Bahamas feel
Surprised my mama with a
Weekly Benihanas meal
For all the nights we ain't have
Shit and was just tryna live
Bitch, you wanna hate me
Gon' and hate me then
Make sure you hate this dust
From this Mercedes Benz
Shout out to all my hustlers
Who gon' play to win
Rest in peace to Clip, I salute the whole ABN
What up, Bleeder Mug, Keesh Cow Wayne
Fuck industry
I know them dues from in the streets
Twenty Dollar, my nigga