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Proven Video (MV)




Performed By: Mako Cash
Length: 2:56
Written by: Jordan Miller




Mako Cash - Proven Lyrics




Kunta Kente whips i'm ridin wit shooters
Blackout interior might be a uber
Neck lookin crystal clear my life a movie
Might get a mil dis year i just be coolin
Rip X man a nigga be voolin

Bitch im the hardest already been proven
(Bitch im the hardest man)

Lately i been feelin' like it's my season
Niggas gon hate regardless f*ck a reason
Played me like a bitch and now he ain't breathin'
Never been a snitch ian inta beefin

Mm, yuh

I'm on alert
Catch me in a 'vert I ain' sippin' purp
Only time I listen when I'm at church
Water wrist it glisten look at da work

All up in my business she wanna lurk
I'm wit the shit pop em just like a perc
She wanna f*ck wit me jus for the perks
She gimme top I might cop her the purse

I'm gettin' top drop the top of the Jag'
Yo boo in it say she like to go fast
She go crazy when she look at the dash

I get lazy when i fye on the gas
Mm
Look at my diamonds they glass

Only f*ck wit mama cuz she got class
Only f*ck wit shawty she got some ass
Gotcho hoe on me you reach imma pass

Mm, yea

Imma connect
I ain't givin' shit I only collect
I ain't hittin' shit i just want the neck
Takin' business trips one state to the next

Mm, yea

Keep it a hundred
I ain't scary imma shooter you bluffin'
F*ck nigga thought I was sweet like a muffin
Auntie cryin' had to pop on his cousin

Mm

Heat on that beat like a oven
Told her we can't be together in public
New givenchy sneakers better not scuff em
Might just like her now but no I ain't cuffin'

Mm
I want a jet
All my niggas in the drip set
Mm
Ball like the mets
Really do dis ain't no big flex

You been at it ain't no hits yet
Ain't no static better get back
Lil nigga you a tic tac
Rob em he ain't gettin' shit back

Lately i been feelin' like it's my season
Niggas gon' hate regardless f*ck a reason
Played me like a bitch and now he ain't breathin'
Never been a snitch i ain't into beefin'
Mm, yuh

I'm on alert
Catch me in a 'vert i ain't sippin' purp
Only time i listen when i'm at church
Water wrist it glisten look at the work

Yuh

Kunta Kente whips i'm ridin with shooters
Blackout interior might be a uber
Neck lookin' crystal clear my life a movie
Might get a mil this year i just be coolin'

Rip X man a nigga be voolin

Kunta Kente whips i'm ridin with shooters
Blackout interior might be a uber

(Cash yea)
Bitch i'm the hardest already been proven

(What, huh?)
(Cash bitch)
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Kunta Kente whips i'm ridin wit shooters
Blackout interior might be a uber
Neck lookin crystal clear my life a movie
Might get a mil dis year i just be coolin
Rip X man a nigga be voolin

Bitch im the hardest already been proven
(Bitch im the hardest man)

Lately i been feelin' like it's my season
Niggas gon hate regardless f*ck a reason
Played me like a bitch and now he ain't breathin'
Never been a snitch ian inta beefin

Mm, yuh

I'm on alert
Catch me in a 'vert I ain' sippin' purp
Only time I listen when I'm at church
Water wrist it glisten look at da work

All up in my business she wanna lurk
I'm wit the shit pop em just like a perc
She wanna f*ck wit me jus for the perks
She gimme top I might cop her the purse

I'm gettin' top drop the top of the Jag'
Yo boo in it say she like to go fast
She go crazy when she look at the dash

I get lazy when i fye on the gas
Mm
Look at my diamonds they glass

Only f*ck wit mama cuz she got class
Only f*ck wit shawty she got some ass
Gotcho hoe on me you reach imma pass

Mm, yea

Imma connect
I ain't givin' shit I only collect
I ain't hittin' shit i just want the neck
Takin' business trips one state to the next

Mm, yea

Keep it a hundred
I ain't scary imma shooter you bluffin'
F*ck nigga thought I was sweet like a muffin
Auntie cryin' had to pop on his cousin

Mm

Heat on that beat like a oven
Told her we can't be together in public
New givenchy sneakers better not scuff em
Might just like her now but no I ain't cuffin'

Mm
I want a jet
All my niggas in the drip set
Mm
Ball like the mets
Really do dis ain't no big flex

You been at it ain't no hits yet
Ain't no static better get back
Lil nigga you a tic tac
Rob em he ain't gettin' shit back

Lately i been feelin' like it's my season
Niggas gon' hate regardless f*ck a reason
Played me like a bitch and now he ain't breathin'
Never been a snitch i ain't into beefin'
Mm, yuh

I'm on alert
Catch me in a 'vert i ain't sippin' purp
Only time i listen when i'm at church
Water wrist it glisten look at the work

Yuh

Kunta Kente whips i'm ridin with shooters
Blackout interior might be a uber
Neck lookin' crystal clear my life a movie
Might get a mil this year i just be coolin'

Rip X man a nigga be voolin

Kunta Kente whips i'm ridin with shooters
Blackout interior might be a uber

(Cash yea)
Bitch i'm the hardest already been proven

(What, huh?)
(Cash bitch)
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Writer: Jordan Miller
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