Diz-E Loaf - Nothing to Prove lyrics

[Intro: Diz-E Loaf] Yo It's Diz-E Loaf We on that real sh** right now Word Yeah Man Lit Mafia Productions I'm off a kilo right now Word to your b**h [Hook: Hansum Homie and Diz-E Loaf] Twelve inch rims Twelve dick Put it in her mouth and the b**h get sick Twelve inch clip man that sh**'s so big Hitting them licks n***a Flipping them bricks, b**h My drawings poor but my lines are smooth I take a sh** on the floor It's going up in the louvre Yeah you know the haters gonna hate I got the b**hes galore you know I got nothing to prove [Verse 1: Diz-E Loaf] Welcome to the crib Drinks are on ice Get your a** up on the couch cause you looking so nice You're sipping that drank with the candy and the sprite Tell me what you think I'll handle it right Got a Glock in my waistband 999 I got a belt on me but the sh**'s not tight Two b**hes in my bed and they 69 And 911 cause that p**y on fire Drop a million in the club like bu*terfingers b**h Flick from my hand on their a** and them tits I buy the b**hes weed and I buy the b**hes drinks One finger in the stink two fingers in the pink, b**h I'm testy don't test me Can I get the check please A hundred thousand dollars b**h I drop that on the daily b**h trynna play me See if she can catch me If she looking s**y She can lick the testes Pull up in the Benz And the Lambo and the Rari and the Masi and the BMW Pull up in an Audi You know I brought the Glock So you know I'm popping shots and popping p**y as I pop the clutch I don't f** with cops Get in line to do a line of the rock Red stop sign but I ain't gonna stop Got an all gold watch And an all white co*k And If she all white trash then I don't wanna talk Afternoon s** she hit me up at the three o'clock Hammer on the deck leave her p**y in shock She said "Where you at?" I said "You already know, thot." "I'm a real G, so I'm hitting up the G spot." [Hook: Hansum Homie and Diz-E Loaf] Twelve inch rims Twelve dick Put it in her mouth and the b**h get sick Twelve inch clip man that sh**'s so big Hitting them licks n***a Flipping them bricks, b**h My drawings poor but my lines are smooth I take a sh** on the floor It's going up in the louvre Yeah you know the haters gonna hate I got the b**hes galore you know I got nothing to prove [Verse 2: Hansum Homie] Yo it's Hansum with the verse You heard it from me first Might arrive in a chopper But you'll leave in a hearse Not f**ing with the doctor b**h I'm all about the nurse b**h n***a try to f** with me I'll make your bad looks worse Hitting up the contest gonna be a trip Pulling up in the Rari Hopping out of the whip Got two different girls peeling off of the dick Running back to their n***a like a dog with a stick They like their n***a but the love my dick I got a lotta d** in me but I don't feel sick I don't like magic but I do like tricks I said the devil is my best friend 666 Got the pope in the country Five shots now we drunk We go hard till the AM bust nuts on that c*nt Wake up She wearing his robe Where you wanna go b**h? Just spin the globe Big diamond earrings sitting both your lobes And you're hitting up the club with all the lights that strobe And the dope is dope Sipping rum and coke Throwing all this money cause I'll never be broke And I'm never gonna choke I got a real nice boat My clothes stay dry, and my hoes stay soaked I make my own deals for this weed I smoke Take you high out in space Galilean telescope Cocaine for breakfast Just joking my necklace Isn't big enough to afford that But I'm real enough and I'm reckless I leave my women all breathless I feel fine believe me not helpless I take the throne I'm in the zone My lines like Ebola, infectious [Hook: Hansum Homie and Diz-E Loaf] Twelve inch rims Twelve dick Put it in her mouth and the b**h get sick Twelve inch clip man that sh**'s so big Hitting them licks n***a Flipping them bricks, b**h My drawings poor but my lines are smooth I take a sh** on the floor It's going up in the louvre Yeah you know the haters gonna hate I got the b**hes galore you know I got nothing to prove