Proud

Woah
Yeah, yeah
Woo, yeah
Yeah
Double G on my neck and down
Double G’s on my neck and down
All silenced weapons, you know we don’t make a sound
Ricky on my feet, I can’t ever touch the ground
Big joops in my cup
Forty blacks, light it up
I just hit a juug, I made hella bucks
Yeah, she heard my song, now she wanna fuck
All this jewelry on me, big hearts made of chrome
Cookie in my wood, takin' that shit straight to dome
Yeah
It’s hard to trust a lot of people right now
Yeah, yeah
They all call you brother when you get them bands
Woke up in the morning, my dick in some bitch’s hand
Love to hit them stains when I’m off the fuckin' xans
I know they love me 'cause they know that Weiland got the plan
Undercover, Number (N)ine, baby, check the brands
Know he talkin' shit but I know that he a fan
Yeah, double G, neck and down
Runnin' 'round, make my mama proud
Double G, neck and down
Runnin' 'round, make my mama proud