Lyrics Proud - Cash Kidd

Proud

Caught a loudmouth in traffic, made him shut the fuck up
Heard the opps in the party, finna cut the fuck up
It’s ironic how soon as I nut, I bust up
It’s a lot of lame bitches I wish I could un-fuck
I was out here runnin' up a check, fuck a quarantine
Bitch know I’m him/him, so she gave up that her/she
Hard work pays off, these bullets, you earned these
This forty stay cocked like one of them Berenstains
Seen a nigga turn fiend, used to sell orange beans
Lookin' for my foreign key, this ain’t no motherfuckin' key
Yeah, I nutted on her face, but ain’t no motherfuckin' bee
Jugged your mans with some fake punches, WWE
Most Insta'-famous hoes well-known cocksuckers
Huh, shirt full of bugs like the Crocodile Hunter
Huh, jump stupid, bodies get caught like a crowdsurfer
Dior shirt full of CDs like Blockbuster, yeah
I be in my bag, don’t I? You can’t even lie
Thought he was a demon, how he end up in the sky?
I don’t want no credit, let them niggas get the props
Wrist got rocks, I can’t even see the time, Mr. Fox
I think not, pull your panties back up, bitch, you tried
Huh, got bored, made it rain twenties in the crowd
Never did shit bogus, that’s what’s takin' me a while
Told my bitch, «You the coldest, you been makin' me so proud»
She can tell I’m rich, I don’t even want poor
Smack a nigga with the stick, treat him like a chalkboard
I got everything here, dog, I’m at the mall, bored
Came three times, then I made her walk, ball four
I been high every day for like two years, sophomore
Seen her out, ain’t recognize her, she usually on all fours
Tried to cross me to get them racks, Paul George
Now he hooked up to the tube, aux cord
Thought you was just hatin', if it’s smoke, nigga, say that shit
Wrist froze, you can’t see the time like the Patriots
Only thing I hate more than a broke ho is a lazy bitch
In my Fear of Gods like a motherfuckin' atheist
Bro tryna fuck your baby mama, can you babysit?
You ain’t doin' shit no ways, ain’t bought the baby shit
Like R. Kelly, your bitch neck the world’s greatest gift
She know she gotta pay to hit, she know this ain’t no petty dick
I be in my bag, don’t I? You can’t even lie
Thought he was a demon, how he end up in the sky?
I don’t want no credit, let them niggas get the props
Wrist got rocks, I can’t even see the time, Mr. Fox
I think not, pull your panties back up, bitch, you tried
Got bored, made it rain twenties in the crowd
Never did shit bogus, that’s what’s takin' me a while
Told my bitch, «You the coldest, you been makin' me so proud»