Kadeo - Prove It

Yahsir beats go crazy
Kadeo & Yahsir go crazy
Cooking up crack like Its the 80's
Bitch you aint my boo you aint my baby
Big wheel G-wagon mercedes
This shit is the color as gravy
You gotta admit that im wavey
Im high in the sky where the planes be
Fully loaded, FN
I get the bands aint no question
We cannot kick It no tekken
You a goofy cant call you my bredren
Stop tryna give me ya music
You stealing my shit and still clueless
My old shit sounding just like ya new shit
He said that he tough but I want him to Prove It!
Viral Bow!
Shoutout to Fivi (Bow!)
Im with the gang they beside me (Aye)
We moving slimey and grimey
(Aye Aye)
Wait that aint It, if i take a L imma drop another hit
Internal Affair running this shit bitch (Bitch)
Running this shit
Yea we dangerous
Bitch we armed and dangerous
Get smoked like angel dust
I dont know that nigga he said that he came with us?
Give him the treatment!
If i kill a nigga its gon be for a reason
Labels they hitting my phone for a meeting
If its not a couple M's we are not meeting
In love with dead presidents
In love with the pussy Its heaven sent
Kadeo the goat and its evident
Cant fit you lames in my regiment
Was gon keep rapping
Why da fucking fucking beat stop
Bitch im on top like a treetop
Now they on my dick like he hot

Written by:
Kade Prudent

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