Nuttn 2 Prove

Aw, man

(Oh, this is so cool, Flyo!)

You think I've suttin to prove

Whoa

Yeah

Ayy

Sky dweller the face, but I'm way out in space

No, we not the same, I'm a Martian

**** touching my chain, I'm goin' insane

I'm leaving blood stains on the carpet

I stepped in this bitch, I looked like a lick

No, he not a stain, he a marksman

I wish a man would try and barge him

I bet they'd be dearly departed

Put them in neutral, then put them in park

So many **** got blasted

They sending me hexes and curses

But any **** that got it deserved it

Uh

Facts

I got no regrets

My heart's as clean as my wrist and my cars is

How can I lose, ****, how can I quit?

Locked up the kid

Had to sit back and just watch **** win

Ain't that some shit

**** tell lies and all mine are legit

Fuck all of that, and listen to this, yeah

Or I fling on some Giggs, Weebey and Skiz

Smoke in the ride

Jump out the car and just Ruger your whip, yeah

Filled up some pricks

It is what it is

I flew back to ends, I built me an L and I kicked off my kicks

I'm takin' the piss and live where I live, can't no one tell me shit

Yeah, I said it's the reload, but **** still loading

And right now I'm on about fifty percent

Ayy

Still ballin'

They wish I was fallin' down to my knees

They wish I'd beg, I proved them all wrong and now they're all talkin'

Man ain't on piss

Me and the mob 'round the table on gang shit

And man put it all in

I live all my raps

These **** just cap and that shit is appalling

Do what I want

**** are soft

Say what I like

They wish I'd stop

Diamonds on me still doin' Kris Kross

All my old hoes, they mad that I'm gone

I take a flight, turn my phones off

Jump on the stage, I turn shit up

Grab me a pump, smoke me a opp

When that shit's on, I turn 'em off

Are you listening?

Gone way past lit, boy, I'm glistening

And this ain't no shit off the internet

This ain't no jewellery from Instagram

I might take a trip out to Pakistan and cut out the middle man

She got diabetes, I take her back home

And then stab it up, give her that insulin

Ayy, what do you know

Weebey

Coming to a show near you

Ain't got nuttin to lose

Ain't got nuttin to prove

Huh?

After all, now you fuckin' clowns think I've got suttin to prove

Ayy

Shit

All these things I've achieved, they think I've got suttin to prove

All these things I've acquired and still I've got nuttin to lose

Yeah, uh, still act like there's nuttin to lose

Still act like I ain't got a yout (My boy)

I pray God tighten my screws

I got the juice

Like what can't I do? I hop out the truck, right in the coupe

I got it in plain, I buss it down too

I walk in the spot and I'm raising the roof

Yeah, they know I'm that dude

They know the crew

They know who's who

They know how we move

Stop it!

Soft top like I ain't got beef

Drop the top, let them see my piece

Block's hot like a hundred C

Cops come, then we flee the scene

Opp's block like who's she?

Ayy, speech her up, let her feel my G

Ayy

You know

The reload

Yeah

Beating 'em black and blue, shhh

She callin' me Bruno

Ayy

Name hold weight, sumo

Diamonds kick like judo

Uh

Who shot you?

Huh

It's like a game of Cluedo

Oh

Soft top like I ain't got beef

Drop the top, let them see my piece

Block's hot like a hundred C

Cops come, then we flee the scene

Opp's block like who's she?

Yeeee!

Ayy

Uh

Yeah