HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPS lyrics

[Intro]
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Smoove, what's the word, bro?

[Verse: Baby Smoove]
If you wanna be my b*tch, get that basketball tatted
Twelve-hundred-dollar shoes and three-thousand-dollar glasses
I'ma drink a cup, then another, I'm an addict
I can't give you no attention, what you doin' less than average
I got all fifties, swear the bank ain't f*ckin' with me
I'ma go to Brooklyn all in Coogi like I'm Biggie
This chopper here shoot out all nine if sh*t get tricky
Same chopper I ride with every day'll have you dingy
I put so much exotic in this Backwood, it's ridiculous
I got used to havin' new sh*t, most the time, I don't even take pictures
n*ggas run and tell and talk too much when they the victim
I swear to God I never snaked my mans, but I snaked these b*tches
You the type to hold your hand in court and be a witness
Once I bring that Lam' truck to my hood, I'm actin' different
I'ma put that blue band on my plain Richard
I'm in that lil' b*tch throat with a lil' Draco, it ain't for pictures
These n*ggas sick as hell, they hit the lean and sip it with you
You try my lean, if we ain't on cam, I might switch you
It's a hundred in this Charger and the other two that's with me
What I spent on lean in 2021 just a Bentley
I throw up F's and hold fours and I pour 'em too
From the front to the back, it's a panomaric roof
Why in the f*ck my pop so good? Add another deuce
I hold an F in every picture, been done put you through a hoop
Hold an F in every picture, every day, my money blue, look out