Challenger (Iron On Me) lyrics

[Intro]
Don't f*ck with me
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
b*tch, I'm smokin' cookie crisp (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Stupid b*tch
Smokin' cookie crisp (b*tch)
Stupid b*tch (Uh, DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
I feel like a chemist with all this weed, I just got to mixin' sh*t

[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch in the back of a Challenger, darin' a n*gga to challenge us (Uh-huh)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherf*ckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that n*gga had enough (Uh-huh)
It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm gettin' this dressing, I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your b*tch, yeah, rim-rattler (Pull up)
Your b*tch play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a sh*t on my managers
I be riskin' it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs, no Addеrall, I don't know how I manage it
f*ckin' your b*tch, her panties, I collеcted 'em
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

[Verse 1]
Click-clack, f*ck n*gga, get back
If I see the opps on the corner, then get back
Them n*ggas finna get blicked at, ayy
Put the chrome to your dome, then I'm pushin' your sh*t back
Split a n*gga head like a Kit Kat, ayy
She ask where my di*k at, she wanna lick that
f*ck her face, kick her out, not with the chit-chat
Put a bunch of holes in the back of your cap
Now your cap look like a snapback, ayy
.223 bullet holes through your cap
I'm shootin' accurate, I feel like Ray Allen or somethin'
It isn't a challenge or somethin', they really ain't challengin' us
They don't got no balance or nothin'
I'm jugglin' money, keep Benjamin comin'
Don't walk it, I run it, I listen to Cudi
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch and she givin' me cuddy
I f*ck on a buddy, then bust on her buddy
I bust on them both, that's a new Nutty Buddy
[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch in the back of a Challenger, darin' a n*gga to challenge us (Uh-huh)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherf*ckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that n*gga had enough (Uh-huh)
It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm gettin' this dressing, I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your b*tch, yeah, rim-rattler (Pull up)
Your b*tch play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a sh*t on my managers
I be riskin' it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs, no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it
f*ckin' your b*tch, her panties, I collected 'em
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal

[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, b*tch, vroom
Five bad b*tches in the room
When I die, put me in a tomb
So I can get up and move
n*gga, that's what zombies do (Yeah)
I'm in the sky like Orion, she ridin' me in the back of the new Coupe (Oh, yeah)
She tell me she love me, she lyin', these b*tches do what these b*tches do (Oh, oh, yeah)
They don't know I keep a iron, make a wrong move, then I'm gon' shoot (Oh, yeah)
All my hoes come in twos
I'ma shoot your boyfriend, then c*m on you
Police come, I'll put the gun on you
New Rover, shoot out the black sunroof
Red Dolce Gabbana, I'm feelin' like I'm Piru
Bae, I just wanna f*ck, yeah, I really never liked you
I'ma pull up on the opps, playin' all the new sh*t
This sh*t, they gon' commit suicide to, I'm through
L-O-L, I be jokin' the opps
Until I pull up to they spot with a yop'
Choppa bang like Young Chop, uh
Pullin' up to the 'Rari car lot just to cop a new drop-top
Pullin' up to the plug with the choppas just in case y'all want drama
[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch in the back of a Challenger (Yeah), darin' a n*gga to challenge us (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherf*ckin' Acura (Huh, skrrt, uh-huh, oh, yeah)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that n*gga had enough (Uh, uh, grrt, uh-huh, oh, yeah)
It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm gettin' this dressing (Uh, baow), I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh, let's go)
I'ma dunk on your b*tch, yeah, rim-rattler (Pull up)
Your b*tch play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a sh*t on my managers (Shoo)
I be riskin' it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs, no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it (Uh-huh)
f*ckin' your b*tch, her panties, I collected 'em, huh (Uh-huh)
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages (Uh-huh)
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Outro]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-yeah
Ooh-uh-uh-uh
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
I'm from the jungle, I feel like a animal
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
b*tch!