The Real Champion lyrics

[Verse]
Caught a n*gga slippin' off the green, I f*cked him with two Ninas
I can't take my family nowhere, they like to shoot people
Just swept a n*gga house with a broom, I swear I be too clean
I just bully opps with they gangs, I swear I be too mean
n*ggas do all that poppin' on Instagram, but ain't gon' kill nothin'
Pulled up in a Dawn, another n*gga in a wheelchair
I'll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass, I ain't got no chill button
We 'bout seventy-zip, I swear I'm the real champion
Bodies drop, silly opp, guess I'm a drill rapper
I don't need a pill, Jack and Jill can get a bar from me
Gave him thirty-two, but where his shoes? I just like Barkley speak
Now he's no longer like you looking for Barney sign
RIP, don't start with me, these n*ggas be some party bangers
In the suburbs with a drum on me like, "b*tch, go find me Charlie's Angels"
These n*ggas hardly dangerous, they really hardly riders
Just look for all my diamonds, they be in all my comments
Lurkin' like a b*tch, I'm steady worried 'bout my wrist is broken
Ridin' in the Coupe behind the tinted, dirty sticks and sodas
I hope n*ggas keep they heads high 'cause I'ma split it open
I got Pippi on the dance floor, finna get jiggy on 'em
ADD, my chop got autism, it just be spittin' on sh*t
These n*ggas never on sh*t
They block, they never on it
You see these pepperonis
I left his melon open
n*ggas be tellin' on sh*t
It's cool, his daddy from there
I be laughin' at these n*ggas
Wrist dancin' in the mirror, Mike Jackson on these n*ggas
Don't try to diss me, it's catastrophes for victims
Go look at the crime scene, it was tragic where I left 'em
He was drivin' with no hands, I had the ratchet at the Tesla
Your mans gone, we heard 'bout it, that's unfortunate
Burn his block down, Glock rounds, I be torchin' sh*t
I'm the Ruler, you get spanked if I hear potty mouths
Just left an opp head on his shoulder like he was noddin' out, ooh
Put a drum on it
You mad, then come and hunt for me
My bank account is lovely
Do your family really love you, B?
You in the ambulance, all these noises, know it's hard to think
Rob who? n*gga, pardon me
Four hundred up in pieces on my person, it's some cartridges, b*tch
[Outro]
Damn
Damn it, Bobby
Damn it
n*gga, you know that ain't poppin' it
Yeah, right
We outside every day
Damn
Do your family really love you?
It's a hundred, do your family really trust you?
b*tch