Kap G - Proper lyrics

rate me

Feat. Lightshow

(Hook)

Ay, ay, everything I do, I do it proper

Got some ratches and some bitches who’s been proper

I meet this meanest man, got me speackin’ proper

Yo see, I’m all about them Franks like Sinatra

All about the Frank like Sinatra

Try to dray like me, gon’ crush

Ain’t pull around with the coke

I am pullin all round from the coast

I’ve been doin’ this shit since young

All my bitches proper

All my blunts are proper

(Verse)

Ok, keep lain but that hand it’s proper

Double cup make you, it’s proper

Fuck her and I put toper

Got game like you ain’t shopper

I ain’t no saint dog, I’m a sinner

Link killer, brain briller

Bad bitch, here with em

But I won’t keep no rap vrinner

My new junky live like a realer

My new gun look like a conciener

Hater, I might that judish cuz you ain’t proper boy, you a inner

Never have me no help, I turn to myself, that make me a realer

Toast me out, I’ll be rappin and you’ll be daily last in a minute

I’m bout paper, that’s what make sense

I’m real hustler, that’s what pay rent

MOB this will take me, I heard money come to us like I hold the key

Roary vill then I earn the shell

These niggas live fairytale, if I break the stacks catch every style

(Hook)

(Verse)

Ok, got girlfriends here from the niners

That bitch is finer, that bitch is finer

You pray if you find the miners, if the paper work one mil, then I sign her

Tell your girl serve me like diner, a lot of people just like a binary

I don’t work a lot of designer and if she gonna back it up, like it behind her

I show up my Peter like piper if she is the shit just like diper

I’m holdin’ and viper, pussy is tighter, I pull her one night

Ain’t just a blunt, girl I need it for lighters

Your pants is on fire cuz you was a liar

Ay, I try to get everything that I desire

These streets get in like a roayer,

I’m speedin and get in throw the fire

My girl it’s like shack it on and dance throw the fire

And I got bars, no wickers______(?)

And we’ve been workin’ so hard till we get tired

And if it’s proper, run up grass, great hopper, catch your bitch,

Can’t stop

(Hook)