Champer Zone

We cracking em breaking em taking em bitches
G checking ain't faking I'm Holding The Lishes
I flip n on swerve ain't doing the dishes
I got my wishes feel I'm on a mission
Every Day mama be bitchen
Getting ritches aint trapping no kitchen
All ya fake ya be switching ah
Popping the Molly u twitching ah
Gas in my condo pocket full of Hondos
When I pull up all ya bitches u just run tho
I got my troops bitch I'm a commando
Ball in the hoop I be making it land tho
Mic on fire I'm feeling so hot
God damn body got wooms and cuts
I tried every mofoing door got shut
Didn't know how to connect the dots
Back on my shit n I'm cooling ah
All ya haters be fooling ah
I let it rip bitch i put a chrome to you're dome
Lay you stiff bitch With That 30 You Be Gone
Smoking that kush n I'm wild ay
They be praying on my downfall ay
They hating caz I got what they can't have champer gng standing so tall ay

The mofoing champer so hot
We chasing the money ain't chasing no thot
Sip on the luie when I'm taking a shot
We wipping n flipping we taking r cuts



Credits
Writer(s): Arman Torkaman
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