PROXY! Lyrics

I been riding with some cuban twins, who gon' ride for me

Tic-tacs with codeine, like to keep my mouth clean

Tote sticks and tote green, imma ride for my team

This a push-to-start shawty, we don't ride with no keys

Riding through that M.I.A and I tote with that heat

Fell in love with a foreign girl, she from overseas

Stuff my pockets with some racks, they can't fit in my jeans

Baby, this a real stick, watch that glick, when I squeeze

Killed that boy in a forest, got blood on the leaves

Gotta watch who you love, you can't vibe with no treesh

That boy not off that lean, that boy sipping some bleach

Gotta stick in my pants, better watch when I reach

Put some diamonds on her toes, now she walk so unique

Put that 40 on his head, we gon' make that boy leak

We gon' kidnap that boy, he gon' think i'm a creep

Maniac with that choppa, we gon' make his heart sink

(Cough, cough, cough)

Fuck

Y'all niggas got me sick tryna make this damn song for y'all bruh, y'all niggas is tripping Bruh

Got me coughing and shit bruh, let's do it, fuck it bruh damn

SRT with a AR stick

He want beef, pull up with a stick

Choppa gon' kill that boy in a ditch

Claiming he gang, we gon' pull up with sticks

I gotta pick up the pen and kill it

Don't fuck with these rappers, they claim I'm the realest, stop claiming you gang, get Popped like a pimple

G43 with the-

Fuck, bruh damn

Bruh my damn throat dry as a bitch,

I need some damn water bruh, fuck

That shit good as fuck

Let's do it, fuck it

I got that choppa, it came with some commas

Choppa so ruthless, get hit with your momma

That boy, he petty, he all about drama

Choppa-Bin-Laden, we came like Osama

She call me daddy, she calling me papa

I'm not the father, I don't got a daughter

That boy, he lame, he hang with the coppers

Beam in your head, it came from the choppa

Beam on your back, it came with the-

Bruh, fuck this shit, i'm done I keep messing up bruh