Cassidy - Let's Go Champ lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

You feel x 3

Let’s go champ x 4

You feel x 2

Let’s go champ x 3

(Verse)

I come from a city where, nigga hustle around the block

Fuck around the shap

Dead body gets under line

Bodies, graperies hopin’ over the countin’ top

The barrel spinin’ in clack ways

Sell bricks, sell more fish than a flowty spot

Down the block you think it’s mine to take

You think the crime pay

Stay out of trouble, you better do what your mom say

Bu puts out own getter

I’m fuckin’ nigags fiancé

I'm tryin' to eat, I need appetizer, entrée

And dessert, and I put in work that’s what I’m tryna say

Me goin’ broke when I rap in Granya

It's like hearing Ray J on next record from Kanye

It will never happen, what the fuck you niggas think about?

I’mma put it work til they bring the hurce in the Lincoln’s eye

I ain’t try to grow old, break it on this sticky coke

It’s like playin’ chess, before you move, you should thank it all

It’s better then be quit and be thought a fool

Then they use your mouth and remove all doubts

So shut your sticky mouth

And knows what’s the words of the Abraham Lincoln mouth

I grab a penny and put it right to the panted eyes

I drang about the fif, lowin’ pint, will be stackin’ on

A bitch gets all the risk soon as I stick my pinky on

Some boys say I ain’t nice no more

I say like : Who you like?

And that will lane with a nigga that I like for

I’m not shootin’ gun straight take a nigga life no more

I got street man, I try to get a better fight and score

In nights I’m ball and hit fast

I should go to clinic

I kill trap and snoop coop the fenny

And that’s real rap, I will snap like a photo finish

Strip like you in the gogo business

I’m with this fall and so you on photo genies

So she use a selfy stick while she suckin’ my dick, I’mma get this old business

I still rap, the balls retarded, flows are innless

I still crack that coke with some baked soda in it

I call it coka cola, the smoke is smoked up

I drink and cup the henny with coca cola and snuck the dudge

Don’t approached if you come close to us

Then the canes come up like coca cola and toaster buss

One of my soldier will chock it up and a rock bottle

And break it over your coca noel

I’m plan the corner post it up, so my pocket’s fat

And your pocket’s flat like a smoker back

Yeah you broke as fuck

First off, jurke off, you need to put the motion up

You need to go on work hard, work hard and work this out

Seein’ me go broke, it’s like see the Roches fuck

You can’t over dose weed but I think I smoke too much

You joke this broke, I ain’t roach this up

Drinkin’ alcohol, burnin’ like alcohol in a open cut

You smell like indo when I roll down the window

When the banz in my rams stick out

Jay Leano Jam

All broke nights, sellin’ coke white like Jay Leano skin

Cuz I’mma trahoolic, that’s what the trappers callin’

I stay rhymin’ and I’mm rapperhollic

You stay rhymin’ but the raps it’s gone

That’s why I’m backin’ on this

Never had righter’s back

I just block on a radars off and right above the block, is that right?

You should judge a rapper on weather if he could ride or nah

If he wrip a ball or not, peace of the _______(?)

You should judge a rapper on pies and nice enough

Fuck who got the nicer watch or the nicer cars

Man stop stunnin’, who got punches, the nieces balls

Yo until I die, I try to live this life that’s large

I’m nice on the mic, I’m rich cuttin’ that pipe as large

Yea I pipe you bro, I know this way you mad at me

Screw your bitch because you a bitch with different anatomy

I show you boom my dick, she said: you can’t dig all that on me

You try to dig all in my pussy, you can get all of me

The vibratin’ and I’m dapperly out of me

I had to sake it back like the bitch was takin’ all on me

Casady, you keep a chick lookin’ for you

Your ass ain’t tiney but you keep tip lookin’ for you

Who? The king of herself, that nigga that split?

Nah, they tip on my dick, now give ‘em a kiss

Bitch, I took you from your boyfriend

That’s a _______(?)

I had fucked you in this, you nervin’ me

You want to murder me

But I just did brain surgery

On the ay eight the door slam right floored in me

Still got cash to blow, push keys casio

Got my first deal with that cane and that get half to go

Can’t do the main bets, hustle and pay depts.

Now it’s my time like the clock won’t flavor bang that

I wasn’t try to find love like flavor, flavor yet

My hotel ______(?)

I never felt unless I’m takin’ the drug text

Full of chopper with that stuck out and trap out

Beggin just like a addict

You pull a rock stack

Addict just like a faggy when nigga clocks out

I know them clowns like to blow it down

But crap suck it’s a hell out from the dick

I’mma ex cone, let me slow it down

You take it in the buck crack and suck a hell of the dick son

Anyone livin’ you could kill

Sirens won’t get longer then shut on

You could get kill