(Hook x2)
Champion sound, you hit the bump on
You come test the champion

You gonna die tonight
Champion sound you hit the bump on
You come test the champion

You gonna die tonight

(Verse 1)

Yo, yo
My words hit like venom from the coldest snakes
You marks is fake, a snuff tattooed your face

^!$$%s, ask me what's the way
I've been on tilt
Lightin' Ls, tryin' to get my mind straight

Currently, I'm focused on my currency
I'm the epitome of a ^!$$% about his paper, G
And if you out here tryin' to get it, don't sweat it

I know some brothers out here flippin' burgers, scamming credit
Ask for me
I move swiftly like jet skis

When friends go from friendlies to envious
$#&@ trust, ^!$$%s lust for a dollar
Tell 'em holla, puffin' on herb from Guatemala

Never scholar, these smart sounds might surprise you
A hot head, but heart colder than ice suppliers
I supply her with all the means for the sticky green

Money or weed, you know what I mean

(Hook)


(Verse 2)
I'm tryin' to elevate, every puff help me levitate

Move to tiny plates, then make your whole world shake
I'm the new black plague for all you $#&@ fakes
I move base and not the powder that you hoes taste

My style great
Watch your girl as her neck break
I treat my girl like the game, so I don't stress it

Beats get molested by this Queens freshman
Listeners say they should have me arrested
But I'm just resting on the beat, comfortably

Having dreams of holding more gold than a sheikh
More Rollies on the wrist and speakers in the whip
If there's money in my grip, then that's cash I can flip

I'm tryin' to be quoted, now reach your quota
You ^!$$%s owed, wish your lukewarm flow were colder
Watch the beholder of the future of rap

When this $#&@ing verse ends
Hanni, bring the beat back


(Hook)