Champion
Ay
Im the challenger nigga, I'm the champion
I'm the contender, ya feel me
I'm the enforcer, the punisher nigga
The terminator, the fucking terrorizer nigga
All that shit nigga, everything in between nigga
Know what I mean, I been him
Always gon be him, and I'm still him
Ay
Welterweight champ, like I'm Errol Spence
Went through like too many
All I wanted was a real bitch
All I know is trap, count up, and hit the kill switch
All you need is bubba and a scale to make you feel rich
Percocet and hard times gonna make you feel lonely
.40 S&W onside me
Nine its still on me
That's a lie, he out his fucking mind he think we still homies
Bitch fucked up bout me
Know she mad but bet she still call me
Caught up to them niggas
I ain't walking, bitch im still jogging
I ain't heard a peep, the bitch ain't leap
Them niggas still froggy
Playing pussy, tugging on they skirts
These niggas still barbies
Mm
I done burned that goat and sacrificed boy
Told my dawg you playing, you can't get another life boy
Run off with a thing, better know its up tonight boy
Knocking on my door, with that pressure late at night boy
Hop up im in ethika, its drac on other side boy
Ay
I be up like vampire
Fuck I smack her backside
Ride the wave, get capsized
Look, its 30 blessings in this Glock
You can get baptized
Nigga, it aint no bap weed
My plug ain't gon tax me
If he on that stand, my nigga solid, he gon back me
Duke done tapped out, that THC percentage deadly
2022, I showed my ass, but it had wrecked me
I had some hard times, but I ain't had no nigga check me
Ay
Niggas, man
Niggas tapped out man
Niggas out this bit man
Tapping the floor man, looking for the ref
You know what I'm saying, ay
I been getting bread, cheese, that fettuccine
Don't forget the taters
Cake mix and gushers
43, I swear its different flavors
How the fuck they judging but ain't knowing heem?
Imma hit that switch and flip that clip and mop the floor with heem
Its assassin's creed, I operate like solo, no regime
I got a foreign bitch, she got some chinky eyes
But no Beijing, uh
When they say yvngshad the man I know what they mean
Uh
Say he got some motion, but it's not what it seem
Uh
Im the challenger nigga, I'm the champion
I'm the contender, ya feel me
I'm the enforcer, the punisher nigga
The terminator, the fucking terrorizer nigga
All that shit nigga, everything in between nigga
Know what I mean, I been him
Always gon be him, and I'm still him
Ay
Welterweight champ, like I'm Errol Spence
Went through like too many
All I wanted was a real bitch
All I know is trap, count up, and hit the kill switch
All you need is bubba and a scale to make you feel rich
Percocet and hard times gonna make you feel lonely
.40 S&W onside me
Nine its still on me
That's a lie, he out his fucking mind he think we still homies
Bitch fucked up bout me
Know she mad but bet she still call me
Caught up to them niggas
I ain't walking, bitch im still jogging
I ain't heard a peep, the bitch ain't leap
Them niggas still froggy
Playing pussy, tugging on they skirts
These niggas still barbies
Mm
I done burned that goat and sacrificed boy
Told my dawg you playing, you can't get another life boy
Run off with a thing, better know its up tonight boy
Knocking on my door, with that pressure late at night boy
Hop up im in ethika, its drac on other side boy
Ay
I be up like vampire
Fuck I smack her backside
Ride the wave, get capsized
Look, its 30 blessings in this Glock
You can get baptized
Nigga, it aint no bap weed
My plug ain't gon tax me
If he on that stand, my nigga solid, he gon back me
Duke done tapped out, that THC percentage deadly
2022, I showed my ass, but it had wrecked me
I had some hard times, but I ain't had no nigga check me
Ay
Niggas, man
Niggas tapped out man
Niggas out this bit man
Tapping the floor man, looking for the ref
You know what I'm saying, ay
I been getting bread, cheese, that fettuccine
Don't forget the taters
Cake mix and gushers
43, I swear its different flavors
How the fuck they judging but ain't knowing heem?
Imma hit that switch and flip that clip and mop the floor with heem
Its assassin's creed, I operate like solo, no regime
I got a foreign bitch, she got some chinky eyes
But no Beijing, uh
When they say yvngshad the man I know what they mean
Uh
Say he got some motion, but it's not what it seem
Uh
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