Li 9 - Showin Em Proof Lyrics

Punchin no clock work the scale before I lose

All these dubs I get subbed out for blues

Vacuum the seal yea we mailin that too

You tell her you love her she tell me that too (uh huh)

Amiri jeans match my boots

Trap nigga none of these racks off music (uh huh)

I don't smoke packs I move em

Jailbreak engine in a track I'm stupid

I found the H and didn't know how to move it

F*ck catchin cases we still spinnin thru

Put it in they face im just showing em proof

Back the Mercedes in

I brought the chasers in

They living off capers and going in coupes

Got rep out the 4 but got love over east

F*ck her and dip I can't comfort a freak

4 bitches I bought em a bundle a piece

Christian Dior I done danced with the devil

All these chains they get tangled wherever

I'm off a blue she get gone off a Tesla

She f*ck like her friend but I tell her she special (uh uh)

I feel obsessed with barettas , when she off the X she got extra terrestrial

I pull up 5 percent , Jetta , don't speak on IX you gone die for some letters

Marni , got carti on the side of my fist

Smoochin on henny still sippin on Tris

Trickin ain nun , I ain't shipping no bitch

Bitch G-Lock look good with my fit

I done whipped so long had to ice my wrist

I'm the one setting the price on my hand

Upping my pipe if my sprite get kicked

I only rep off the shots that I sent

F*cked up they let me get hold of them bands

Feel like a pimp with this pole in my hands

Reach for this water we'll go at ya mans

I go the hardest don't know when I started turn killers to artist give bro an advance

Type to slide out a lamb and go spin in a Porsche

Street nigga hop in Louis & forces

No mystery if I got the glizzy , of course

50 on the switch tryna leave it on E

All these niggas dead broke they deceased

Put on this art gallery all on me

I just threw her a 10 keep my bitches on fleek (uh huh)

My lil hoe from Tennessee say I'm plucking on her

(Uh huh)

Christian Dior chrome heart chains the holy matrimony



Punchin no clock work the scale before I lose

All these dubs I get subbed out for blues

Vacuum the seal yea we mailin that too

You tell her you love her she tell me that too (uh huh)

Amiri jeans match my boots

Trap nigga none of these racks off music (uh huh)

I don't smoke packs I move em

Jailbreak engine in a track I'm stupid

I found the H and didn't know how to move it

F*ck catchin cases we still spinnin thru

Put it in they face im just showing em proof

Back the Mercedes in

I brought the chasers in

They living off capers and going in coupes

Got rep out the 4 but got love over east

F*ck her and dip I can't comfort a freak

4 bitches I bought em a bundle a piece