CHAMPIONS

CashMoneyAP Ay Yuh Fu-f*ck that bitch in the back of the crib Don't know what she want 'til she suck on my dick Lyrics infectious and flow always sick Only f*ck with a chick if she f*ck with my clique Booty so big that his dick couldn't fit Your bitch rancid pussy smell like some fish I don't need that only fish on my dish I'm a good guy but don't f*ck with my shit Eyebrow slits and a Peruvian bitch Fat ass, hair blonde and some light skin Got a bitch ready to ride 'til the end Wanna f*ck with me you'll die it's your end F*ck with Kc Then you f*ck with me (M-D) Air Force 1's Custom on my feet (indeed) Nike flex repping OG3 (you see) So I got it written On the fucking sneaks Champi-ins I got Champ-i-on When you hear a bop You gotta sing along Hear the crowd How they chant me on Opps want me stealth Yeah they want me gone Only f*ck with the freshest Nike Air Force 1's Don't f*ck with Skechers Cut your bullshit off Don't need your letters Making me think twice before I forget her Ay I be fuckin' on a fat bitch not no catfish I ain't lookin' like your average I'm a savage Imma flex up on your grandkids on some acid Stupid bitch up on my ass like where the cash is I'm on a trip Trippy like the fucking kid While my fit is looking like I hit a lick Thats why they always wonder What the f*ck I did And why these bitches Trying to get me in they ribs And I ain't talkin' on that shit But If I said it's cap Then that would be a lie Work hard looking fresh to death Thats why I'm gon' do it 'til I fucking die On god, (on god ,on god ,on god) Woo! Ay yo man, I know this is a back and forth flow But, shit I think I got another eight right now Jump up on stage Where I can't feel no pain My brain it goes blank And these hoes go insane I make people rage Then I fucking get paid So my pockets be chubby Don't carry no change Bitches they love me But don't know my name Getting them plays I ain't talking 'bout games If you think were the same Take a look in the mirror And realize That you are not Destined for fame Wondering why the f*ck you came Everyone knows you a lame AF1's for the day ones Custom deubrés on the thangs All gold is my drip Yeah your hoe she a jib She smoke on that rock But she still suck my cock Yeah she take one for the team If you know what I mean Smoking on green beans Sippin' on good lean If your hoe she a jib I don't want her don't pass her I smoke marijuana Get cooked like some pasta You thought I'd slow down So I went and got faster My life be a movie Inglorious Bastards Be hatin' on me Made some moves And now they changing on me All these bitches startin' acting funny Everybody be mad when you makin' money (yeah, yeah!) Hotbox coupe Robo on the roof Asking who the f*ck is you Before I drop the top and zoom Only room in here for two And really I ain't trynna choose I got a shawty with an ass I got a homie matching shoes That's true God damn That's tight That's life When I pull up to the scene On sight no fight No cap I'm right There ain't even conversation Don't talk if it ain't money Cause' I don't got any patience Holla holla het dolla Smoke weed everyday Cash fucking marijuana cigarettes Gangsta gangsta Eazy-E cream So baked off the bob Marley ganja 420 hit Pure OG kush Legalize crystal fuckin' weed She lovin' my essense she love my cologne Gucci and 'Sace Wear it til' I'm gone These hoes all acting like a dog to a bone Breaking em' off cause they ain't what I want Lookin' for cash you ain't gon' get I'm lookin' so nice yeah just look at my fit Your cunt on my dick And she lickin' the jizz You should get the f*ck out You smell like some shit You fucking with me And you bound to get hit They gon' be wondering What a young jigga did He f*ck with me I put a clip in his head Shouldn't of snitched Bet he regret what he said Throw a house party no shut down Strangers shady acting kinda sus now If you talking shit you get kicked out If you a jib head you get bitched out Then I black out Down another bottle Never pass out Pass another blunt Ain't trynna crash now Bitches off the liquor Don't know how to act Shorty hella drunk Got me kinda mad Shut the f*ck up Lemme count my cash Ain't no question Imma do the dash Life be moving fast I be feeling like "Slatt Slatt" Had to cut a lot of people off Just face it They hate to see me win They just want to see it wasted I always roll fat While your shit be looking basic Bluntslide a pussy Like my name is Bucky Lasek Life of the party And it's not just cause' we made it Smoking on cookies Boy I got your girl hazy Tonight she come with me But soon it be on the daily I always give her good pipe Now she want my baby Damn