Prove Sum lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Corey Lingo, what's up man?
Squad sh*t
Savage Squad sh*t, b*tch
Savage Squad sh*t, b*tch
Fredo, what up man?
Fredo & Lil Reese, we in this b*tch
Reese Money, what's up man?

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Ay, ay
I done ran up that paper, I got that new money
Lame n*ggas 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 n*gga prove somethin' (prove sum)
Make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin'
Say you gotta body n*gga prove somethin'

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
All my n*ggas grimy, we gon do somethin'
Say you gotta chopper, n*gga 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, n*gga you bluffin'
This sh*t get so deep, man I said f*ck my cousin
Hit that b*tch 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 sh*t can't stop me, n*gga cause I'mma keep hustlin'
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Ay, ay
I done ran up that paper, I got that new money
Lame n*ggas 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 n*gga prove somethin' (prove sum)
Make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin'
Say you gotta body n*gga prove somethin'

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Light up a f*ck n*gga crib in broad day (damn)
Can't find that n*gga, shoot where his momma stay (f*ck it)
Three killers with me, damn in your driveway (damn)
Deebo a n*gga, snatch his chain like Friday (f*ck 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 n*gga, man he gotta pay (f*ck him!)
I put that bag on your head if I gotta pay (f*ck him!)
Kill a n*gga, 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 n*ggas hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’
You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
Fake ass tough n*ggas
Say you out here man
Do something man
n*gga turn up
Squad sh*t man