The Real Champion

Lyrics

[Verse] Caught a nigga slippin' off the green, I fucked him with two Ninas I can't take my family nowhere, they like to shoot people Just swept a nigga house with a broom, I swear I be too clean I just bully opps with they gangs, I swear I be too mean Niggas do all that poppin' on Instagram, but ain't gon' kill nothin' Pulled up in a Dawn, another nigga in a wheelchair I'll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass, I ain't got no chill button We 'bout seventy-zip, I swear I'm the real champion Bodies drop, silly opp, guess I'm a drill rapper I don't need a pill, Jack and Jill can get a bar from me Gave him thirty-two, but where his shoes? I just like Barkley speak Now he's no longer like you looking for Barney sign RIP, don't start with me, these niggas be some party bangers In the suburbs with a drum on me like, "Bitch, go find me Charlie's Angels" These niggas hardly dangerous, they really hardly riders Just look for all my diamonds, they be in all my comments Lurkin' like a bitch, I'm steady worried 'bout my wrist is broken Ridin' in the Coupe behind the tinted, dirty sticks and sodas I hope niggas keep they heads high 'cause I'ma split it open I got Pippi on the dance floor, finna get jiggy on 'em ADD, my chop got autism, it just be spittin' on shit These niggas never on shit They block, they never on it You see these pepperonis I left his melon open Niggas be tellin' on shit It's cool, his daddy from there I be laughin' at these niggas Wrist dancin' in the mirror, Mike Jackson on these niggas Don't try to diss me, it's catastrophes for victims Go look at the crime scene, it was tragic where I left 'em He was drivin' with no hands, I had the ratchet at the Tesla Your mans gone, we heard 'bout it, that's unfortunate Burn his block down, Glock rounds, I be torchin' shit I'm the Ruler, you get spanked if I hear potty mouths Just left an opp head on his shoulder like he was noddin' out, ooh Put a drum on it You mad, then come and hunt for me My bank account is lovely Do your family really love you, B? You in the ambulance, all these noises, know it's hard to think Rob who? Nigga, pardon me Four hundred up in pieces on my person, it's some cartridges, bitch [Outro] Damn Damn it, Bobby Damn it Nigga, you know that ain't poppin' it Yeah, right We outside every day Damn Do your family really love you? It's a hundred, do your family really trust you? Bitch