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Champions
Babyface Ray
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Icewear Vezzo
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(Squid on the beat)
The realest
Yeah
Iced up records
Ayy
We the champions, 'member I ain't have this shit
Gymnasts with the cash, make a bag do a backwards flip
I already got the head, I'm cool, you can have the bitch
Fucked up Barney's and I'm payin' for the damages
Playin' with a real one, get your candle lit
Ayy, been already had a sack 'fore I ran a fifth
Yeah, that lil' ho you love, we done ran the bitch
Cashed new 560, then crashed the bitch
Throw the money in the air, hoes scramblin'
Fucked the club up, then paid for damages
I don't care how much you bring, I can handle it
Grab the money phone, make some calls, then it's vanishin'
Me and Ghost slidin' in that 'Vette, seats red Tech
Mama worried, prayin' for me daily, all my friends trapped
Sent him on the money route, then I turned him head back
I heard he tryna shop, he ain't gang, get his ass tapped (Get it)
I heard he tryna shop, he ain't gang, get his ass tapped
I heard he ain't gang, playin' games, get his ass whacked
Yeah, ayy
Playin' with them rubber bands, get your ass stretched
Yeah, since your homies love you, hit your mans next
Heard they fuck with you and— what they payin', right?
Still sittin' on these pints, they can't stand that
Yeah, been shootin' shit, I'm like Rambo with chops
How I pull up, they don't know if I'm landin' or not
Been comin' down since ridin' in Champs
No patience with this shit, take mines to the doc'
Met a plug in San Fran', took mines to the block
I was down, they ain't throw me shit, my head to the sky
Quit playin' with the law, the feds is a lot
Word in the streets you gettin' money, they sayin' that you hot
Quarter-million dollar loan off of Calvin
Nigga, code name Blue, bitch, I'm Melvin
Yeah, AP dead, it's a skeleton
Break a brick, put it back together, now it's salvaged
Old money, still spend, word to Dalvin
My old hoes wanna fuck, that was random
Niggas out here grown as fuck, money childish
I been countin' all this paper up, money calluses, nigga
I heard he tryna shop, he ain't gang, get his ass tapped
I heard he ain't gang, playin' games, get his ass whacked