The Peoples Champ

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] (Enrgy made this one) Nigga, I feel like I gotta say it like RMC Mike Bitch [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] I'm big boolin' If my granny send the drank to you, we gon' get into it A nigga tryna get down on me, he must think I'm stupid Oh, he sell a lotta drugs? He think he Frank Lucas Dumb-ass nigga gon' snitch, the police run into him Dumb-ass nigga gon' get blitzed if we run into him We got ARs and FNs, we ain't runnin' from him [Verse 2: BabyTron] Ayy, okay I don't run from shit, but run out Chase if the check bounce Punched a lil' room, smoked it out and I ain't check out Playin' both sides, gon' fuck around and blow the ref down You talkin' 'bout some wop, but, lil' bitch, what that head 'bout? Only been to Flint once, I really go to Beecher You ain't never scorin', bitch, you really on the blеachers Amiri jeans, triple S, that's rеally just to feature This white bitch saw me and said, "That's really Justin Bieber" [Verse 3: YSR Gramz & BabyTron] YN Jay missed my phone call, he fell asleep at Drake house A fan said "Cuz" and Detwan Love whipped the Drac' out If it's beef, leave him out back like the steakhouse Punches so fire, just hit Turo, what the Wraiths 'bout? Two-hundred-dollar hibachi, I just punched it for a takeout Lil' bitch mad at me, the ho ain't get ate out Knew the bitch was easy, I ain't even bring no pape' out Star, not a swoosh, Gramz trippin', brought the Bapes out [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] A sloppy roll on me, but I'm ugly like A-Town BabyTron be trippin' like the white boy off Eight Mile I caught a fan that was hatin' on me and I shaked him down I was just down on my knuckles, I get paper now We gon' get your head took off if you take off I keep me a stick on me like I play golf I cannot see none of you niggas like Ray Charles Hit his ass dead in his head, it look like Hey Arnold [Verse 5: Detwan Love] Why the fuck I sell my mama baby daddy some fake pounds? Yeah I know how to get that shit off, get on the Greyhound I don't give a fuck we at the movies, yeah, I got stick Man, I'll pop y'all niggas in this bitch An old nigga hit my nigga with that pump for tryna hit a lick Kill a witness, fuck the DA and the prosecutor (Slatt) I ain't never aim the gun at nobody without shootin' 'em Niggas get off three E's and be on tip, how? You been listenin' to Snoop Dogg, oh, you a Crip now? I treat my gun like a Beyblade, let it rip now [Verse 6: BabyTron] Let me catch your soft ass in designer, you get stripped down They out here talking 'bout the Shitty Boys, they got me pissed now I'm so lit now, I was down, drip like a fish now I don't really sell zazas, but this my fifth pound [Verse 7: Detwan Love] Told girly, she ain't suckin' it all, she can leave now The police pull us over, I told Quavis get your gun now Granny said it's snowing outside, the bullets hit the house How the fuck— yeah How the fuck these hoes really layin' up, sleepin' with a fuckin' mouse?