The Peoples Champ lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
n*gga, I feel like
I gotta say it like RMC Mike
b*tch

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm big boolin'
If my granny send the drank to you, we gon' get into it
A n*gga tryna get down on me, he must think I'm stupid
Oh, he sell a lotta drugs? He think he Frank Lucas
Dumb-ass n*gga gon' snitch, the police run into him
Dumb-ass n*gga 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 sh*t, 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' f*ck around and blow the ref down
You talkin' 'bout some wop, but, lil' b*tch, what that head 'bout?
Only been to Flint once, I really go to Beecher
You ain't never scorin', b*tch, you really on the blеachers
Amiri jeans, triple S, that's rеally just to feature
This white b*tch 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' b*tch mad at me, the ho ain't get ate out
Knew the b*tch 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 n*ggas like Ray Charles
Hit his ass dead in his head, it look like Hey Arnold

[Verse 5: Detwan Love]
Why the f*ck I sell my mama baby daddy some fake pounds? Yeah
I know how to get that sh*t off, get on the Greyhound
I don't give a f*ck we at the movies, yeah, I got stick
Man, I'll pop y'all n*ggas in this b*tch
An old n*gga hit my n*gga with that pump for tryna hit a lick
Kill a witness, f*ck the DA and the prosecutor (Slatt)
I ain't never aim the gun at nobody without shootin' 'em
n*ggas 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 sh*tty Boys, they got me p*ssed 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 f*ck— yeah
How the f*ck these hoes really layin' up, sleepin' with a f*ckin' mouse?