Proud Snacks

[Intro]
(Thank you, GC)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I'ma be unforgotten
Red Supreme jersey on, Cactus Jack toboggan
Designer sweatpants on, they wasn't made for joggin'
Got mack hoes bitin' at my core, but we ain't apple bobbin'
Look, I just left the Apple store, you would've thought I robbed 'em
The bitch I'm with cat water like Aang and Sokka
I come Amiri all the time, me and Mike, we partners
I'm a modern-day myth like the chupacabra
I got a 9 that convert into a chop, it sound like Chewbacca
I'm finna clip a nigga fade like Serge Ibaka
I'm tryna reach my pinnacle, but I ain't grabbin' vodka
Your product suck, it don't sell like Proud Snacks from Oscar

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Your clientele ass, don't nobody spend not one dollar
Told that bitch, "Call me daddy like I'm your father"
I'm in the studio with J1Hunnit, finna talk proper
A ham just sent me two K, and then I blocked her
And then unblocked her
Re-rocked the bitch and made her send a couple more dollars
That's how you re-rock a ham
All this shit free, ain't gotta pay Uncle Sam
I just got a glass pint of red from my auntie Pam
Ridin' around with a Hi-Point, that bitch gon' jam

[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
Yeah, I'm out here handlin' the rock, I triple-threat and sham
I got a plug in ATL that send shirts of wam
The batch wasn't hittin' right, they Fetty Wapped the yams
The brick BBL like a model off of Instagram
I order hundred-dollar plates of crab, mack', and lamb
With the white wine sauce and butter garlic clams
I used to serenade junkies, now I'm juggin' jams
Now I'm fightin' off paparazzi, tryna duck the cams

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
Popped a nigga up with the Glock, it go boom-bam
Now that nigga dead, his face all over the news cam
Fuck, I'm sick I had to catch a body
I'm in a Charger, now I'm sick I smacked up the Chally
That's forty thousand dollars down the drain
Lil' bitch dumb, but she gave a nigga good brain
Put a switchy up on the Glock, don't need no aim
I could fuck a bitch off my name, don't need no game