Make U Proud - Lil Keed

I hop in the Bentley, make you proud

Ain’t talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down

At your bitch house, Givenchy’ed down

I’m goin' deep, she pushin' out

She know I’m the hottest in the town

I can go to the bank and pull it out

Baby got the hottest in the town

I’m with a whole bunch of Crips

Shit, feel like I’m on Slauson

Pants, yeah, they fat as books

We Death Row shit, call us Suge

Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'

I’m doin' all that it take

I put these fishes on the bait

Say she got love and affection

Baby girl, wait

I put this pain on you, put these rings on you, put that beam on you

Can’t save homie, he gon' bang on you

They fucked them kidneys up, they put the lean on it

Fuck the drip up, double C on me

My wrist wet like it rain on it

Rover white, but I switched the paint on it

I might catch arthritis with these rings on me, yeah, yeah

My name Lil Keed, but I’m a big dawg

Came from the bottom but my money real tall

I got hoes in the North and the South

You say you the nigga but you not big dawg

Yeah, I picked a band, that was not Migos

Lookin' for the bag, no Finding Nemo

Stick shootin' flames so he burnt like toast

I’ma take a bow

Yeah, real high, in the clouds

Not worried 'bout your boy gettin' clout

Yeah, I get high like a pilot, shit, I can’t come down

No, I’m not saying vows

Yes, baby girl, lose the vowels

Yes, girl, you can blow up with me, just stay down

I hop in the Bentley, make you proud

Ain’t talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down

At your bitch house, Givenchy’ed down

I’m goin' deep, she pushin' out

She know I’m the hottest in the town

I can go to the bank and pull it out

Baby got the hottest in the town

I’m with a whole bunch of Crips

Shit, feel like I’m on Slauson

Pants, yeah, they fat as books

We Death Row shit, call us Suge

Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'

I’m doin' all that it take

I put these fishes on the bait

Say she got love and affection

Baby girl, wait

All you had to do was stay down

Smokin' big bags, deuce deuce

Yeah, I blow a whole lot of bands on the lil' ho, she make me proud

Yeah, blow a lot of bands on my ho, and that’s no doubt

Yeah, blow a lot of bands on that bitch, then fuck her mouth

Yeah, Percocet-10 on me, now a nigga focused

Say you got a man, baby girl, come with me, focus

Say you got a date, baby, girl, come with me, focus

Yeah, I spent a whole lot of bands on a diamond choker

I’m goin' wild, I’m the Joker

These niggas jokes, Chris Tucker

Opps, we smoke 'em like Smokey

Bands in my pants, yeah, they poking

These niggas rats, Ratatouille

I don’t need no license just to tote it

I’ma freestyle, never wrote it

I’m from the Ave, know I was chosen

I’m from Atlanta

We pour the fours in the Fanta

Whole lot of red like a scandal

Free Unfunk out the slammer

Free Big Dre out the slammer

I’ma respect, I got manners

He sayin' he slime, who stamped him?

We’ll slime his ass out, okay

I hop in the Bentley, make you proud

Ain’t talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down

At your bitch house, Givenchy’ed down

I’m goin' deep, she pushin' out

She know I’m the hottest in the town

I can go to the bank and pull it out

Baby got the hottest in the town

I’m with a whole bunch of Crips

Shit, feel like I’m on Slauson

Pants, yeah, they fat as books

We Death Row shit, call us Suge

Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'

I’m doin' all that it take

I put these fishes on the bait

Say she got love and affection

Baby girl, wait