Champion lyrics

[Intro: 1TakeJay]
(Low the Great)
Wait, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
Chanel feet, Amiri jeans, Bape shirt, this a light day
b*tches think they cute, b*tch, you ain't even top eight
On my mama, she ain't get no di*k, but I got face
n*ggas always talkin' 'bout what they coulda did
Coulda f*cked your b*tch, coulda f*cked your mama, n*gga, what's your point?
I'm on point, n*ggas still buyin' Champion, annoying

[Verse 2: FrostyDaSnowMann]
Dusty-ass b*tch rockin' Champion, she boring
I'm on Manchester Ave slidin' on the opps, I'm scoring
Finna take a n*gga b*tch slidin' in a super foreign
She ain't charge up her Cash App, ooh, damn, she boring
Why this b*tch keep textin' me talkin' 'bout she horny?
Had to kick her to the curb, told her go and get some money

[Verse 3: 1TakeJay]
Pick 'em up, f*ck, and make her catch the bus home
Custom Off-White bedsheets just to f*ck on
Like an enemigo at the park, she got bust on
I don't tell a b*tch to leave, I tell her get the f*ck on
[Verse 4: FrostyDaSnowMann]
b*tch, get the f*ck on, you already got bust on
b*tch, this Gucci, Louis V, don't touch on me
I smell like money, b*tch, I got a hundred up on me
I'm finna up the score if you think you runnin' up on me

[Verse 5: 1TakeJay]
I just bought the store, now my mama really proud of me
I'm at your b*tch house every day like she adopted me
I'm gone in thirty minutes if she ain't already toppin' me
n*gga asked if I hit his b*tch, I said, "Probably"
Soul touchin', I can make your mama feel it in her stomach
Like a trampoline, when I call, I got your b*tch jumpin'
Said I can't f*ck if I don't eat pus*y, but I still f*ck
Her n*gga made her share her location, but she still comin'

[Chorus: 1TakeJay & FrostyDaSnowMann]
Her n*gga made her share her location, but she still comin'
di*k, that's the only thing she take, she gon' steal somethin'
D2 b*tch, she ratchet, but this b*tch still runnin'
n*ggas buyin' Champion, why these n*ggas still bummin'?
n*ggas buyin' Champion, why these n*ggas still bummin'?
I just spit fifty out the Uzi, n*ggas still runnin'
I just poured eight up out the lean like I spilled somethin'
City of the champions, n*gga, go and kill somethin'
[Verse 6: 1TakeJay]
When I come around, n*ggas make they b*tch leave
I don't know how tall she is, the b*tch always on her knees
Keep these broke n*ggas out my face, I might sneeze, b*tch, please
On god, if you ain't suckin' di*k, leave

[Verse 7: FrostyDaSnowMann]
You ain't suckin' di*k, leave, I'll make a b*tch bleed
Spent eighty on a beam and stuffed eighty in my jeans
Still bangin' BT, thuggin' on the backstreet
They gon' walk past me, you get your ass beat, bop

[Verse 8: 1TakeJay]
Left the tag on my shirt, but I ain't take it back
Tryna let a copycat know he can't afford that
Take that Benz back to Enterprise, where your Ford at?
Christian Louboutin, red bottoms on my feet, got these b*tches wantin' D

[Verse 9: FrostyDaSnowMann]
F Street, I'm the n*gga, ho, stop playin' with me
Bop, bleed 'em, got these b*tches wantin' me, they need Jesus
On my Yeezus, got these b*tches runnin' laps like Adidas, bop, bleed 'em
You can call me hype trainer, b*tch, move

[Chorus: 1TakeJay & FrostyDaSnowMann]
Her n*gga made her share her location, but she still comin'
di*k, that's the only thing she take, she gon' steal somethin'
D2 b*tch, she ratchet, but this b*tch still runnin'
n*ggas buyin' Champion, why these n*ggas still bummin'?
n*ggas buyin' Champion, why these n*ggas still bummin'?
I just spit fifty out the Uzi, n*ggas still runnin'
I just poured eight up out the lean like I spilled somethin'
City of the champions, n*gga, go and kill somethin'