Proud Of U lyrics

[Intro]
LowtheGreat (LowtheGreat)
Wait, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
n*ggas pockets on a diet
Catfish, n*ggas lyin'
n*gga you tried it, I do this without tryin'
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]
n*gga like the toilet, I'll let this b*tch use me
'Specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me (She wanna f*ck)
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 Huggie)
Like a Big Mac, I want you to McLove me (I want you to McLove me)
I remember back then if she was in street I still couldn't hit it
Like a parked car, now she getting curved
RIP Swerve (RIP 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 30 thou' (30 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 guessin'
You just wanna f*ck, huh? b*tch, you guessed it, bop
[Chorus]
n*ggas pockets on a diet
Catfish, n*ggas lyin'
n*gga you tried it, I do this without tryin'
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 2]
I ain't got no manners, n*gga, I ain't Geoffrey
Fresh prince of Compton, I ball, Lisa Leslie (I ball)
Only thing I see is hoes, n*gga, I'm a lesbian
I ain't showin' off, I just forgot to take my medicine (What the f*ck?)
I don't buy sh*t that's on sale, I ain't settlin' (I ain't settlin')
Thousand dollar shoes hit the gas when I'm pedalin'
She ain't use to this, this b*tch only wear leggings (You broke)
Like a salad, that's just how that b*tch dressin'
Dior this Dior that (Dior that), n*gga, these ain't Converse (These ain't Converse)
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna converse
I be putting on a show, book me for the concert
n*ggas wearing Kappa, you be capping in yo' verse (Cappin')
n*gga, you a joke, I be laughing at your verse (Ha-ha)
n*ggas wearing man bags, b*tch, that's a purse (b*tch, that's a purse)
You can't do it, so I'm finna buy yo' b*tch a purse
He in love, b*tch, love hurt