Nothin To Prove Lyrics

Yeah

Lil Flame, Lil Ice

Make yo bitch say it twice

Gang in here with me

Yeah nigga rerock send shots when we see opps bitch

The mafia

The family

When you dive up in that water better jump in with your scuba gear

Heard yall never use your poles they some souvenirs

Xd's, glocks and AR's yeah its a few in here

Nigga this a RE-ROCK party who let you in here

You in them cloudy ass diamonds, check me out all my jewels is clear

All this damn designer i'm always rockin' the newest gear

4 Lines of Wokiana in my cup, we aint doing beer

Man yall always do the most but I aint got nothin' to prove in here

I don't even gotta try and we still out here showing it

All this paper coming in how we not gon be blowing it

RE-ROCK we the winning team forreal but you know this shit

Diamonds changing color off the light with a frozen wrist

Im always where da money at you got a play yeah i'm on it then

Yeah gang tied in like the mob we dont want no friends

Tynna pull up in that Cullinan forreal I dont want no Benz

You just sittin' on your ass all day must not want no bands

Yeah forreal

Yeah like forreal

Yeah

You just sittin' on your ass all day must not want no bands

Pull up lookin' like the whole team got it off the scams

You already know its all hustle in my blood got it off them grams

If I dont got what you need I guarantee you get it off my mans

Fucked around and missed my show I was poured and lost track of time

Bitch say you never text me back yeah im on my grind

Nigga said he had some green wock ugh you drinkin' slime?

Me and Burr pouring red and purple up going line for line

Yeah, gang going crazy in the studio we go line for line

You aint got no pape dont ask me bout no features you wasting time

I know you think this shit came over night but it take time

Yeah I aint never been no pocket watcher, I make mine

Yeah seen yo bitch choosing up on gang, glad she aint mine

I bet she bring her ass over here right now off a facetime

If thats yo bitch then why blowing up my phone

Talkin' bout she want to fuck me before I blow

Had to tell her its too late bitch i'm gone

Yeah i'm gone, bitch i'm on

They asking how I make this music, its real life

Your diamonds melting off your body this real ice

I'm rockin' with my brother weather they wrong or right

We pouring dirty faygos up it aint no sprite

When you dive up in that water better jump in with your scuba gear

Heard yall never use your poles they some souvenirs

Xd's, glocks and AR's yeah its a few in here

Nigga this a RE-ROCK party who let you in here

You in them cloudy ass diamonds, check me out all my jewels is clear

All this damn designer i'm always rockin' the newest gear

4 Lines of Wokiana in my cup, we aint doing beer

Man yall always do the most but I aint got nothin' to prove in here