Prove Em Wrong - Intellectual

[Intro]

Nigga want hustle, nigga want tustle, nigga want dance

Nigga want hustle, nigga want tustle, want these hands

You with us? I got bands all in my pants (Want these bands?)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, I done fucked this bitch and you done got her OnlyFans

Big Versace on my slippers yeah, I paid for with these bands

I get Rickies and them Chrome Hearts, I ain't rockin' no Vans

And then I'm lighting up a spliff, you know I'm smoking on your mans

All my life I tried to prove em wrong (Tried, tried, tried, yeah)

All my life I tried to prove em wrong (I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried)

These Versace on my clothes, they can't fit

Diamonds dancing like a globe on my shit

We just ran straight to the bank cause I got it

TSA, you know they hate me, I got bands

Yeah, I got bands, so I go ride round, it's not really a problem

Yeah, that's your bitch, I just bought her, took her shopping at the mall

I fuck your bitch, I break her back you know and she started to crawl, yeah

Yeah I'm with my niggas getting checks, like, you know, yeah, fuck it, we ball, yeah

I been rolling up, pocket double cheese, yeah they got crust

Yeah nigga wanna fight, yeah he want that beef, I said lets tussle

She asked me how I was, I said, "I'm alright, I'm getting these bucks"

I told her make a right, go and grab your shit, go grab your stuff

Yeah, I put my opps all in a spliff, I put my opps all in a duffle

I turn my opps all into ash, I turn my opps all into dust

Yeah, I shot at all of my oppositions, they do the Futsal Shuffle

Yeah, cause I got a Glock-19 with a big red beam, it came just with a muzzle

All my life I tried to prove em wrong

(Tried to prove em wrong, Tried to prove em wrong)

All my life I tried to prove em wrong

Yeah, yeah, I done fucked this bitch and you done got her Onlyfans

Got these brown Versaces on my feet, I paid for with these bands

I get Rickies and them Chrome Hearts, I ain't rocking no Vans

And I'm lighting up a spliff, you know I'm smoking on your mans

Yeah, I pass around your bitch just like a spliff, yeah it go all around

Yeah, I just popped an X and popped a Z but it don't calm me down

Yeah, remember when that bitch won't look at me, and now she call me up

Yeah, I was in a Honda, now I'm riding in a Super Truck

Double cup, I pour me up, slow me up

Fucking on that bitch inside a Bentley Truck, Super Stuck

Super Sticky Gas, it got me high as fuck, oh yeah

Yeah, I'm rocking on Givenchy got me fly as fuck, oh yeah

Nigga want tussle, nigga want hustle, nigga want