Prove It

[Intro]
(It's Jefe, man)
Ayy

[Chorus: GMoneyDT]
Just 'cause you tell me that you real don't mean you real, you gotta prove it
Four niggas in this Benz, we bouncin' out and we gon' shoot it
Every chop I bought, that's on my mama, I abused it
Every skit I did, ain't tell nobody, bitch, the news did
Slidin' out that black, yeah
Faded off the four if I don't crash the Benz
Crash comin' down the alley, stash the blick
Demon got the streets on lock, that's what the streets say
Johnnies get behind me, do a speed chase

[Verse 1: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Johnnies get behind me, I go faster
Every bitch that done me back then, yeah, I passed 'em
I was bummy back then, but I passed on 'em
F's on the rims and five percent when I'm passing you
I was taught go get a bag, stay up out the way
Last year I had to do some time 'cause I ain't beat the case
Woke up and bounced out, but I'm still yellin', "Free the gang"
Hit your bitch and her best friend, [?]

[Chorus: GMoneyDT & PlayerrWays]
Just 'cause you tell me that you real don't mean you real, you gotta prove it
Four niggas in this Benz, we bouncin' out and we gon' shoot it
Every chop I bought, that's on my mama, I abused it
Every skit I did, ain't tell nobody, bitch, the news did
Slidin' out that black, yeah
Faded off the four if I don't crash the Benz (We know the truth)
Crash comin' down the alley (Yeah), stash the blick
Demon got the streets on lock, that's what the streets say
Johnnies get behind me, do a speed chase (Let me pop it, what I say?)

[Verse 2: PlayerrWays]
Ayy, a baller, bae, I'm full of ice, like I'm not gon' blow
Like where was niggas at when all the youngins had the block rollin'?
Bebe kid, used to snatch phones, chains, and fake necks
And baller baby, bossanova pasta, [?] lobster [?]
In Trackhawks, [?] take one, just call me [?]
Been hit the road, I ain't buy it, I bop it, ha
I'm in the field still jackin', I'm Playerr Gretski
Take his ice off, hockey league 'cause I love they piece
If I go broke, I'm goin' back to pourin' Mello Yello
Niggas not outside, they only come by to say hello
I bust the Carti, fully bustdown and it's all in the face
Facin' you up next, [?]

[Chorus: GMoneyDT]
Just 'cause you tell me that you real don't mean you real, you gotta prove it
Four niggas in this Benz, we bouncin' out and we gon' shoot it
Every chop I bought, that's on my mama, I abused it
Every skit I did, ain't tell nobody, bitch, the news did
Slidin' out that black, yeah
Faded off the four if I don't crash the Benz
Crash comin' down the alley, stash the blick
Demon got the streets on lock, that's what the streets say
Johnnies get behind me, do a speed chase