Proper ft. Jdhd. Lyrics

I got tired of the days

When I used to get dressed look proper

(Look proper)

Clock in for my shift

For an hour only make nine dollars

(Make nine dollars)

Break a God damn sweat

To barely pay my bills why bother

(Why bother aye)

Had to tell em' suck my dick

I'ma these hits, get an offer

Stamps overflowing in my passport

Bitch, I don't miss, I'm hittin' half courts

Swish, I aint gotta use the backboard

Hit six fig's told myself I gotta stack more

Used to have spray paint all up in the Jansport

These days I'm just tryna hit a fat tour

See I always get mine you can have yours too

Ditched the Ramen, cus' I have more food

Dude, I do this shit easily

All these venues want a piece of me

Cus' my flow so rare like a piece of meat

But, you can't book me, unless there's a fee

(Sheesh)

I always got trees on me

(Please)

I always got a drink on me

(Jeeze)

I'm always on my mother fuckin' grind

See I'm what the game's missin'

They needed me

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I got tired of the days

When I used to get dressed look proper

(Look proper)

Clock in for my shift

For an hour only make nine dollars

(Make nine dollars)

Break a God damn sweat

To barely pay my bills why bother

(Why bother aye)

Had to tell em' suck my dick

I'ma these hits, get an offer

I told my mama trust me

(Told my mama trust me)

I know shit can get ugly

(Shit can get ugly)

Give me a God damn year

We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly

I told my mama trust me

(Trust me)

I know shit can get ugly

(Shit can get ugly)

Give me a God damn year

We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly

Club used to press me to see I.D.

Now I'm walkin' in on the VIP

I hit the sound check and then later on

Bitches right up on stage screamin', aye papi

I'm nice and they know that

Gotta rock throwback

Blunt lookin' so fat

(Sheesh)

If that ass lookin' so fat

Gotta bring the hoe back

I'm like homegirl please

See, I'm a lyricist always been furious

Known to be serious, but

Once I heard this shit man

You know I had to get silly

On this dope ass beat

Beast-mode activated

L-Rich, JD, and we back to basics

They hear the knew sound they like

That's my favorite

Lemme give you a lil' second to get acclimated

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow

I got tired of the days

When I used to get dressed look proper

(Look proper)

Clock in for my shift

For an hour only make nine dollars

(Make nine dollars)

Break a God damn sweat

To barely pay my bills why bother

(Why bother aye)

Had to tell em' suck my dick

I'ma these hits, get an offer

I told my mama trust me

(Told my mama trust me)

I know shit can get ugly

(Shit can get ugly)

Give me a God damn year

We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly

I told my mama trust me

(Trust me)

I know shit can get ugly

(Shit can get ugly)

Give me a God damn year

We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly