Drink Champs lyrics

[Intro]
Grahh, Grahh, Grahh
It's Spazz lil' b*tch
Grahh, Grahh
Just me and bro when we jump out the V
Pop out the cut when we do it on feet
f*ck what he did, he ain't do it to me
n*ggas keep woofin', what's up wit' the links
Me and brody gon up in the-
Chop in my lap it ain't under the-
Grah, Grahh, Grahh

[Verse]
Just me and bro when we jump out the V
Pop out the cut when we do it on feet
f*ck what he did, he ain't do it to me
n*ggas keep bluffin', what's up wit' the links
Me and brody gon' up it in sync
Chop on my lap it ain't under the seat
n*ggas be talkin' a lot of that tough sh*t, but don't be doin' enough in the street
I'm like f*ck that, get up on him
All my shorties be really performin'
Better up that, if you want sh*t
Lil' bro wanna ridе just to smoke sh*t
We gon' spin through that block wit' like 4 sticks
Said hе swore that n*gga wasn't on sh*t
How you say I'm a hoe, I ain't blow sh*t
I'm the n*gga that's smokin' your bro b*tch
If you lookin' for me better know this, when you see me this b*tch gon' be smokin'
Ain't gon' say I'm in love with a crip thot, but I do love the way that she blow di*k
Got shot he survived, I'm like "Oh sh*t"
.45th, now let's see if he holeless
How the f*ck you a shooter wit' no stick?
One night me and 30 hit 4 licks
Like-Like, f*ck is the loot
Make the wrong move, I'ma clean up the room
[?] in her butt, put my thumb in it too
Face down, she know what to do
n*gga got hit, he was yellin' and screamin'
Caught wit' his pants down, boy you a fool
Pop out like it's Spazzout the demon
Trey 57 ain't leavin' no clue
Shot if you n*ggas can't tell you a reason
It's a lot of n*ggas that I clapped at, and a lot of n*ggas never clapped back
On the net they be havin' that energy, it's a lot of n*ggas that don't match that
Better not have that sh*t in no backpack, stay wit' Kap 'cause he know where them straps at
Know how to shoot, why the f*ck would I-?
Just put some brand new hollows in this clip
Smokin' my bro, I gotta get him hit
He see this .40, now he runnin' Rick
Seen me with Asian, now she on my di*k
And I don't want your shorty, we spin that side and we totin' on Nori
And I got rips robbin' [?]
Honcho a b*tch, he was cryin' out Mori
In the field with a couple of drink champs, heavy shots to your block no cheap sh*t
n*ggas tryna get me gone on some sneak sh*t
In the field wit' a whole lot of demons
I'm the n*gga they don't wanna tweak wit'
Y'all lil' n*ggas best tighten y'all defense
n*ggas know what I'm on cause I bleed it
Someone ran in the spot and done cleaned it
For every n*gga on that side, I got 3 clips
Got shooters on the north doin' 3 shifts
If he throw up a T, catch 3 hits
f*ck that, I'ma send him to see Trip
And I don't wanna link b*tch
Drop the L's, we was spinnin' it daily
Love the block 'cause it's really what made me
b*tch I'm a 300 BBG baby
She like "Why you stay totin' that gun?"
Cause the devil he wit' me, God can't save you
They like buzzin' I'm goin on the run, I'm like f*ck it they gon' have to chase me
I'll be damned I get caught wit' no gun
n*ggas get shot everyday, this sh*t crazy
If you think I'ma go without blowin' my pole, then I promise you sadly mistaken