​​​​​​​​​​​​heavyweight champion lyrics

[Verse 1: mikebrokeasf]
These n*ggas p*ss me off
These hoes p*ss me off
I had to learn how to take it
And they flip it like a bus
Money comin' in, my pockets fat like Rick Ross
She like Chris Cross, I hit her just like Chris Cross
I'm with your b*tch, she got my di*k up in her mouth
Lil b*tch she came to my show, she tryna flick up with me now
This n*gga lame than a b*tch, and I'll up the stick on him now
Tell her n*gga mind his business
I'm with your b*tch and her kitten
Money stackin' while I'm sittin'
I got money comin' in, even when I'm f*ckin' p*ssin'
I'm with your b*tch, she eat the di*k up like it's some chicken
Was that your music or was that someone sh*ttin'?
But these hoes ain't fishy, ugly hoes, I cook them
And I f*ck with most these n*ggas cause I really overlook them
And 2020 my vision, but hell I'm not seein' these n*ggas
My mama told me, that I'm better than him
All I see them with a stick and a bad b*tch
They see me, I feel like a veteran n*gga
My boujee b*tch, my favorite b*tch, got more hair
And she badder than b*tches, Yeah
This b*tch so motherf*ckin' fine, that she glamorous
I'm a young n*gga but I feel like a heavyweight champion
[Verse 2: Nettspend]
b*tch I'm, yuh, b*tch I'm, b*tch I'ma get him in the spot hoe
We was tryna finesse the plug out some good za
We finessed him like the ARP and went far
I'm with Mike up on the E-way shootin' out a truck
I'm with Mike up in the car, we jumpin' out that car
And me and Capo get them rolls before I shake your hand
And I'm gon' hit the f*cking Jeep and I get high as f*ck
And I'm gon' f*ck that four-for-four and f*ck a b*tch and roll another blunt
I say you talkin' down on the Nett, but we gon' send them shots
I'm finna scam the f*cking oldhead, give me another Glock
And I'm gon' take out them racks
Yeah, I'm gon' scam your f*cking bro, give me another Glock
Yoo, In the VA, shootin' big sh*t, In the VIP, I'm with st47ic
f*ckin' on a b*tch, shoutout WITCHGANG
We just robbed your mans out them f*ckin' sticks