Proud Of U (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: 1TakeJay]
Low the Great (Low the Great)
Wait, hold up
Hold up
Hold up

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
n*ggas pockets on a diet
Catfish n*ggas lying
n*gga, you tried it
I do this without trying
Mama keep on telling me, "I’m proud of you"
Mama, shut the f*ck up, you ain’t even got no Prada
n*gga had it rough, but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci
b*tch pus*y weak, but it’s still coochie
b*tch ass faker than her hair, but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners, I'm a foolie

[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
n*gga, like the toilet, I’ll let this b*tch use me
Specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me
b*tch, I ain’t no kid, I’m tryna get the cooties
The head, and all that other sh*t that you be doin'
It’s simple, baby, pull up like a Huggie
Like a Big Mac, I want you to mc-love me (I want you to mc-love me)
I remember back then if she was in street I still couldn’t hit it
Like a parked car, now she getting curved
R.I.P Swerve (R.I.P Swerve), from the Jordan downs (Jordan downs)
I remember I had a bucket, I’m so foreign
Now, b*tch, don’t drown (Don't drown)
I just threw thirty thou' (Thirty thou'?)
On a necklace, b*tch, I’m that reckless
Really, I’m that n*gga, still living like a peasant (Living like a peasant)
No, I’m not broke, I’m just humble if you guessing
You just wanna f*ck, huh, b*tch, you guessed it
Bop
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
n*ggas pockets on a diet
Catfish n*ggas lying
n*gga, you tried it
I do this without trying
Mama keep on telling me, "I’m proud of you"
Mama, shut the f*ck up, you ain’t even got no Prada
n*gga had it rough, but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci
b*tch pus*y weak, but it’s still coochie
b*tch ass faker than her hair, but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners, I'ma foolie

[Verse 2: Blueface]
Blueface baby (Yeah), Blueface AP (Aight)
Blu-Ray tape me, you was never on the block, buster, you was at the Redbox
Everybody got dead homies, b*tch, I got dead homies (On the dead homies)
b*tch, I'm on 17 with somethin' that hold seventeen
Y.I.P Tiny Smoke, Y.I.P Insane, School Yard Crip gang
b*tch, I'm a member, make sure you remember
I'm cold like December, get hit like a fender
Bend over the couch, if we not f*cking, no dinner
b*tch, I just spent thirty thou' on some furniture
I don't wanna kick it, kick a b*tch to the curb
Uber a b*tch and a Lyft for a bird
The same time, crack any b*tch with the same line
Blueface baby, love me or hate me
I'm paid, still running fades in Balenciagas (Ooh)
Keep a yopstick, n*ggas f*ckin' [?]
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
n*ggas pockets on a diet
Catfish n*ggas lying
n*gga, you tried it
I do this without trying
Mama keep on telling me, "I’m proud of you"
Mama shut the f*ck up, you ain’t even got no Prada
n*gga had it rough, but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci
b*tch pus*y weak, but it’s still coochie
b*tch ass faker than her hair, but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners, I'm a foolie