Champagne (feat. Swish)

Yeah, Keep on pausing ima’ hit play I got all these bitches kneeling im they sensei Lookin at me well you better look the right way Like champions we poppin’ bottles where the champagne In my campaign you a damn shame Hit it like I’m rampage to yo’ damn brain You are just a damn lame no you can’t hang Hanging with the dope boys who be screaming gang (Gang) Bounce back make that ass clap I like, tennis girl you show me them racks Gotta’ lotta’ cash know you wanting that If I, give it too you ima need it back Uh, give you a lone then leave me alone I’m not trynna’ do that shorty I don’t need the phone Rolling up another cone that’s gonna’ leave me stone And this shit bangs this ain’t no metro (Oh) Two step on the beat, don’t sleep Working hard going hard all week sheesh Shout out too my brother Reece Yeah, we always in the streets We ain’t Kodak but we always roll in peace Don’t shoot I ain’t trynna be rude It’s my color so you prolly think I’m cruel oh Bounce out and my homies go too We ain’t trynna turn it up like GoKu oh Don’t miss taking shots don’t sip aye Get a zip then I smoke it with my friends aye Want a Benz I’m a diamond you a gem Shit it’s 2020 we can get this shit poppin’ again Yeah, Keep on pausing ima’ hit play I got all these bitches kneeling im they sensei Lookin at me well you better look the right way Like champions we poppin’ bottles where the champagne In my campaign you a damn shame Hit it like I’m rampage to yo’ damn brain You are just a damn lame no you can’t hang Hanging with the dope boys who be screaming gang (Gang) Pull up in a foreign make it dash like yeah Fucking on that bitch make her splash, splash, splash She look like Nicki all that ass, ass, ass Money coming in yeah, I like my cash fast Boy you so broke they should put you in a cast Bottles steady poppin’ like my effin’ when it blast When I shoot my shot I don’t miss Steve Nash When I shoot my shot leave his brains on the dash Yeah, I’m with Trip that’s my motha-fuckin’ brother Got me fucked up if you think that you gonna’ touch him I grew up a bastard yeah, word to my mother Ain’t a damn thing you can’t tell me bout’ the struggle Shawty hit my DM, yeah, I met her on the gram Hit her on the cam did it for the only fans Heard what I said let me f*ck her on the camera Bend her over crush it looks a kool-aid jammer Yeah, she from the hood but that bitch still boujee Cops pull me over put the work in her coochie I don’t served more O’s then a Krispy Kreme Try me you get smoked like a stick of nicotine Skert, skert, skert Yeah, Lightning McQueen Got these hoes on me but I ain’t Charlie sheen Stretch it out wide screen Ima’ put it in her spleen Bounce out keep it g like style trampoline Yeah, Keep on pausing ima’ hit play I got all these bitches kneeling im they sensei Lookin at me well you better look the right way Like champions we poppin’ bottles where the champagne In my campaign you a damn shame Hit it like I’m rampage to yo’ damn brain You are just a damn lame no you can’t hang Hanging with the dope boys who be screaming gang (Gang)