​Proud Slump6s

[Chorus]
Oh, what's on my feet? Oh, that's Prada (Uh)
You don't got shit to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That bitch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That nigga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up the brain, mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend, tried to fuck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go

[Verse 1]
I'm in LA with lil' Wesley
I'm finna fuck on that ho, and he takin' her bestie
I wanna play with a Bessie
Just took a test up in school, nigga, please do not test me
My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me
'Cause I'ma kill every nigga that try to correct me
Your bitch on me, she caress me
I'm on that top floor, kickin' shit like I'm Jessie
(One, two, hm)
(One, two, three)