*CHUMPS* lyrics
by BBY GOYARD
Yeah
First I f*ck yo b*tch
Then I skrrt away (skrt-skrt)
Drop top in the Range (woah)
And she wanna give me brain, (ok)
b*tch I got the Glock (woah)
And it got a range (pew pew)
b*tch I feel like Danny Ainge
I might shoot to aim
b*tch I'm dusted off
Yeah I'm guapped up
Off a xanny pill
Feeling well off
In my f*ckin leagues
Like the NBA
b*tch I ballout everyday
b*tch I'm Pilt Chamb
Guap-gang, with the foreigns
Feeling back, Coach went farm in
Two Glocks on me, I can look its Siamese
Act like ok its about timing
Bring me the hellicopters
Choppa gunna make em run
You a piece of sh*t, you a piece of junk
I can't f*ck with birds, I can't f*ck with chumps
Got it out the mud got it out the slums
And if they wanna talk me go ahead and lie
b*tch I'm smoking baba, birdy b*tch bye
Why the f*ck you lying, why you lie
I just got the guap yeah I'm bout to run it