Fredo Santana, Lil Reese - Prove Sum lyrics

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 hatin', but ain't gon’ do nothin’
You gon’ make me grab my
Chopper and just shoot somethin'
You gon’ make me grab my
Chopper & just shoot somethin'
Say you got a body nigga prove somethin'
(prove sum) make me grab my chopper
And just shoot somethin'
Say you gotta body nigga prove somethin'

All my niggas grimy, we gon do somethin'
Say you gotta chopper, nigga shoot somethin'
Skeet off from the scene
It was two somethin'
Skeet off from the scene, I got to dumpin'
Now I ain't with the talk
Cause I'ma do somethin'
Miss me with the talking, nigga you bluffin'
This shit get so deep
Man I said fuck my cousin
Hit that bitch and put her
Out like it was nothin'
Smoking out the pound
We used to roll fob nothin'
Used to be my mans
Now like at you like nothin'
I came up from nothing
Now I'm on to somethin'
And all this shit can't stop me
Nigga cause I'm keep hustlin'

Ay
I’da ran up that paper, I got that new money
Lame niggas hatin', but ain't gon’ do nothin’
You gon’ make me grab my
Chopper and just shoot somethin'
You gon’ make me grab my
Chopper & just shoot somethin'
Say you got a body nigga prove somethin'
(prove sum) make me grab my chopper
And just shoot somethin'
Say you gotta body nigga prove somethin'

Light up a fuck nigga crib in broad day
(damn) can't find that nigga
Shoot where his momma stay (fuck it)
Three killers with me, damn in your driveway
(damn)
Deebo a nigga, snatch his chain like Friday
(Fuck him)
Trap or die, I get mine the harder way
(what?)
And you can't get a penny like Tim Hardaway
(trap)
I juug, finesse, I get mine the smarter way
(juug) pull up with AK's where your
Son and daughter stay (glahh)
Extort a lame nigga, man he gotta pay
(fuck him)
I put that bag on your head if I gotta pay
(fuck him)
Kill a nigga, I ain't like his ass anyway
Lil folks shoot you in the face
I ain't gotta spray (boss)

Ay, ay
I’da ran up that paper I got that new money
Lame niggas hatin’ but they
Ain't gon’ do nothin’
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