Do You Proof (Ft. J-Hill (Detroit))

[Intro: J-Hill & Salam Wreck]
This thing on?
Yo, yo, hm
That's gangsta (For real, yo)
Do you, do you, word
Okay look

[Verse 1: J-Hill]
If that ain't rich, [?] drop [?] hits
Dope like her'on, yayo shit
Detroit got more hustles than lingo
Shined up mamis on [Dubs and Rico?]
And boo I ain't trying to part those thighs
'Cause chicks be trying to marry J like Blige
I hang on the block with them gangster guys
Ducking police and them two to fives
Got a couple hot dice, we can shoot the five
Get a little weed money, hit the Coney high
It's all cool if you roll with the homies right?
I know you got some tricks you can show me right, like uh, do you
We can hit the bar, weed rolled up, big cigar
Need scales like Richter y'all
Sniff crack then spit the raw
Flow fеlony, hit the law
You don't know these streets
I rеpresent Curtis Ave. [?] street
My 6 Mile homies they down with me
Yo my nigga Big Proof he down with me