Prove Sum

Lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana] Corey Lingo, what's up man? Squad shit Savage Squad shit, bitch Savage Squad shit, bitch Fredo, what up man? Fredo & Lil Reese, we in this bitch Reese Money, what's up man? [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Ay, ay I done 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' [Verse 1: Lil Reese] 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 none of that shit can't stop me, nigga cause I'mma keep hustlin' [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Ay, ay I done 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' [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] 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) [Outro: Fredo Santana] Ay, ay I done 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