Proud

[Intro]
Ayo, Zay, where the fuck you been at?
Hahaha, hahaha, oh

[Chorus]
Get up, get down, if I creep in yo crib I won’t make a sound
Got a Glock on my hip, I won’t talk, hit that boy in the leg, then tell that boy, “Walk it out”
See, I’m finna go up, them niggas like, “Wow”
Now I be the man, I’m the talk of the town
I’m finna go up, I’m ignoring the down
Man, this shit is not easy, so you cannot pout
Suppressor the blicky, you won’t hear a sound
I was down on my dick, I was lost, now I’m found
I was lacking the confidence, but now I’m so proud
I’m high in the sky, I’m up in the clouds
Can’t fuck with these niggas, cause they be so foul

[Verse]
I don’t want my bread later, bitch, I want it now
Bitch, I’m high as the birds and I’m off of that loud
Boy, you is a bitch, boy, you is a child
If I slide on your block, then I’m picking you up
When I hop on a beat, I go dumb, I go nuts
Yes I’m rocking the Number (N)ine, nigga, don’t touch
Yo shawty a turkey ‘cause she getting stuffed (On God, what the fuck, brrt)
Run down, guns out, bitch, you not finna shoot what you trippin’ ‘bout
Got a Glock on my hip, fuck him, hit his out
He got a heart, nigga, I’m finna rip it out
Yo shawty a slut, yo shawty a thot
See the 9 on my hip, I think I’m bricking out
If you not talking bread, then don’t come around
If you don’t got a blick, nigga, watch your mouth
My nigga, don’t talk if you don’t wanna fight
Not tryna see yo momma cry
Think you be that nigga, you thinkin’ you him
But, nigga, you not that guy (You not)
This life is a game, this life is a gamble, so, nigga, come roll the dice
No, I’m not a hero, no, I’m not a knight
You a goofy lil’ nigga, I should call you Flight
I don’t fuck with no jakes, I don’t fuck with no mice
If you talk on my name, then it’s gon’ be a price
Ima stand on my feet, Ima look to the sky
No, I am not British, so I don’t need a knife
No, I’m not a plumber, but I got the pipe
If I’m uppin’ the stick, then I’m takin’ yo life
I been fuckin’ yo shawty, like, why would you wife?
Man, this shit is so loose, boy, that shit is not right
Bitch, I stay with the strap on my hip, like a dyke
Man, these niggas be bitches, man, I feel like Ike
When it comes to the pressure, no, I will not crack
When I’m wit’ yo shawty, I be breakin’ her back
Bitch, I’m comin’ in first, I am not comin’ last
I hop in the ‘cat, man that shit is too fast (Damn, haha, yeah, on God, damn, like what)

[Chorus]
Go up, go down, if I go in yo crib I won’t make a sound
Got a Glock on my hip, I won’t talk, hit that boy in the leg, then tell that boy, “Walk it out”
See, I’m finna go up, them niggas like, “Wow”
Now I be the man, I’m the talk of the town
I’m finna go up, I’m ignoring the down
Man, this shit is not easy, so you cannot pout
Suppressor the blicky, you won’t hear a sound (Shh)
I was down on my dick, I was lost, now I’m found
I was lacking the confidence, but now I’m so proud
I’m high in the sky, I’m up in the clouds
Can’t fuck with these niggas, cause they be so foul (I don’t, damn, hahaha, ha)