Slump6s - Proud lyrics
[Slump6s - Proud lyrics]
Oh, what's on my feet? Oh, that's Prada
(Uh)
You don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up the brain
Mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend
Tried to fuck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book
All the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach
Uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go
I'm in LA with lil' Wesley
I'm finna fuck on that ho
And he takin' her bestie
I wanna play with a Bessie
Just took a test up in school, nigga
Please do not test me
My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me
'Cause I'ma kill every nigga that
Try to correct me
Your bitch on me, she caress me
I'm on that top floor
Kickin' shit like I'm Jessie
(One, two, hm)
(One, two, three)
Can't fuck with these niggas, I can't
I carry these niggas
I'm holdin' the weight
She wanna fuck it, I told her to wait
Bitch, I got kids I don't know
Like I'm Drake
Drac' puttin' a nigga away
Drank all in my cup, Minute Maid, 'cause
Sippin' that Wock', I'ma steer off
All of this shit that I know
Could knock niggas' career off
Your diamonds really appear off
I'm smokin' gas, nigga
I ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff
Hold up, let me turn the beat off
Feel like my niggas, they
Shootin' for three
That's a bucket
You can look at my chain, but don't touch it
Just like a buzzer beater, bro
This shit get to clutchin'
All of my pieces be punchin', of course
I said, "Fuck a college
Ain't takin' a course"
Only class I really needed was coarse
And my occupation been makin'
More money than yours
I know I'm makin' way
More than my teachers
But I go to school just to say that I did it
Every time that they call me a one
Hit wonder, I tell them, "I'm rich
You fucking idiot"
(Brrt, oh)
You better take off that Prada (Uh)
'Cause you don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up brain
Mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend
Tried to fuck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book
All the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach
Uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go
(Uh)
You don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up the brain
Mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend
Tried to fuck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book
All the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach
Uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go
I'm in LA with lil' Wesley
I'm finna fuck on that ho
And he takin' her bestie
I wanna play with a Bessie
Just took a test up in school, nigga
Please do not test me
My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me
'Cause I'ma kill every nigga that
Try to correct me
Your bitch on me, she caress me
I'm on that top floor
Kickin' shit like I'm Jessie
(One, two, hm)
(One, two, three)
Can't fuck with these niggas, I can't
I carry these niggas
I'm holdin' the weight
She wanna fuck it, I told her to wait
Bitch, I got kids I don't know
Like I'm Drake
Drac' puttin' a nigga away
Drank all in my cup, Minute Maid, 'cause
Sippin' that Wock', I'ma steer off
All of this shit that I know
Could knock niggas' career off
Your diamonds really appear off
I'm smokin' gas, nigga
I ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff
Hold up, let me turn the beat off
Feel like my niggas, they
Shootin' for three
That's a bucket
You can look at my chain, but don't touch it
Just like a buzzer beater, bro
This shit get to clutchin'
All of my pieces be punchin', of course
I said, "Fuck a college
Ain't takin' a course"
Only class I really needed was coarse
And my occupation been makin'
More money than yours
I know I'm makin' way
More than my teachers
But I go to school just to say that I did it
Every time that they call me a one
Hit wonder, I tell them, "I'm rich
You fucking idiot"
(Brrt, oh)
You better take off that Prada (Uh)
'Cause you don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up brain
Mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend
Tried to fuck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book
All the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach
Uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go