Champion Sound

[Hook]
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
Niggas, 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 nigga 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
Fuck trust, niggas 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 fuck 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 niggas owed, wish your lukewarm flow were colder
Watch the beholder of the future of rap
When this fucking verse ends
Hanni, bring the beat back

[Hook]