Prove Some (feat. Fredo Santana) - Lil Reese Lyrics


Call a nigga say what's up man
Squad shit
Savage Squad shit bitch
Savage Squad shit bitch
Fredo what up man
Fredo man Lil Reesy we in this bitch

Reesy, hey what's up man



I’da ran up that paper I got that new money

Lame niggas hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’

You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something

You gon’ make me grab my chopper & just shoot something

Say you got a body nigga prove something(prove sum)

Make me grab my chopper and just shoot something

Say you gotta body nigga prove something



All my niggas grimy, we gon do something

Say you gotta chopper, nigga shoot something

Skeet off from the scene, it was two something

Skeet off from the scene, I got two thumping

Now I ain't with the [?], cause I'ma do something

Miss me with the talking, nigga you bluffing

This shit get so deep, man I said fuck my cousin

Hit that bitch and put her out like it was nothing

Smoking out the pound, we used to roll for nothing

Used to be my mans, now like at you like nothing

I came up from nothing, now I'm on to something

And all this shit can't stop me, cause I'm keep hustling



Ay

I’da ran up that paper I got that new money

Lame niggas hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’

You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something

You gon’ make me grab my chopper & just shoot something

Say you got a body nigga prove something(prove sum)

Make me grab my chopper and just shoot something

Say you gotta body nigga prove something



Light up a fuck nigga crib in broad day

[?] shoot where his momma stay (fuck it)

Three killers with me there in your driveway

[?] a nigga, snatch his chain like Friday

Trapper died gimmie all his heart away

You can't get a penny like Tim Hardaway

I jug, finesse, I get mine the smarter way

Pull up with AK's where your son and daughter stay

Extort a lame nigga, yeah he gotta pay

I put that bag on your head if I gotta pay

Kill a nigga, I ain't like his ass anyway

Lil folks shoot you in the face, I ain't gotta spray



Ay, ay

I’da ran up that paper I got that new money

Lame niggas hatin’ but they ain't gon’ do nothin’

You gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something

Fake ass tough niggas

Say you out here man

Do something man

Nigga turn up

Squad shit man

Prove Some (feat. Fredo Santana) lyrics !!!