Proper Lyrics

Nigga you better move proper

He caught a shot needa doctor

Lame nigga he lookin awkward

I fuck with that hoe she a topper

Crackin his shell nigga larry the lobster

Speakin on me nigga what did it cost ya

Dreadhead baby i feel like a rasta

Stirrin this bitch up this shìt like some pasta

Remember them days on the back of the bus

If you talkin too hot we gon turn em to dust

Big body truck ima have to adjust

Bitch only the money I trust

Walk in this bitch n im givin no fucks

Ya can't fuck with me nigga lets keep it a buck

The tooly on me ima tuck

Stompin him out if he think he can duck

That nigga really be thinkin he p

Double the money just leave it to me

He caught a shot cause he think he g

If im pushin this bitch ima leave it on e

I know some niggas throwin up a three

He talkin down we leave em on a t

Ballin on niggas i don't need a re

I'm tryna see what its gonna be

Nigga pass me the ball and im scorin

We ridin around like we tourin

Bullets gon hit him we leavin him torn

Nigga you broke i could've sworn

I'm kickin her out if she borin

You rockin some shit that i already worn

Summer right here nigga its gettin warm

Bitch im the sun ima weather the storm

Freaky lil bitch wanna go on the cam

Free all the fam that be locked in the jam

Quan gonna up it n blam

I fucked that l bitch n she turnt to a fan

I'm gleamin you know this my land

Geekin up think i just pop me a tan

I'm tryna count up some bands

She on the beach with her ass on the sand

Blowin up bitch i just feel like osama

Turn the booth into a suana

Run up a band bitch i need me a comma

I'm smokin on runtz like obama

I do not fuck with no niggas if they not talkin bout bands

I'm only fuckin with bitches thats suckin dick with no hands

Ima keep doin this shit ima run this shit up ima stick to the plan

Takin my shit islands' makin them bangers i gotta expand

Jungle jay been gettin busy' he really locked in the can

I'm smokin this wood to the face' feel like im off of the xan

I told my momma ima just go n just get it' i told her i swear

Countin up money countin up digits' throwin them blues in the air

The shit i be talkin is the shit i be livin' i got to them bitches in pairs

That bitch annoyin she said its not givin' i told that bitch i don't care

R.I.P dump' forever you' ima just back out the hemi

Mafia shit' im with the gang they comin thru with the semi

I'm with some bitches they gettin lit' they comin thru with the henny

I just been talkin my shit' we comin thru in a bently