Championship

[Intro]
Pass the ball

[Chorus]
I just scored the game winner, win the championship
I ain't lettin' no nigga come sink my ship
All Titanic ass niggas gettin' shot off the ship
I made her pop like three Xans, nigga
I got a couple run with me that's Crip
I was just stuck in quicksand, nigga

[Verse]
Now I got four hunnid put up
Nigga, I just gave my mama'nem fifty (On the loaf)
Gave my brother'nem fifty (That's a hunnid)
I'ma still pop it if they take this from me
Let's see who really gettin' money
Coach–
What happened?
Coach, get his ass out (Sucker ass nigga)
G Code home, but at first, he was fouled out
Nigga, I'm so lit I'll have a ho walk you down
Addys, I need 'em now
I'm makin' niggas not want to come around
This shit in my pants, it go–
Makin' this Fox shit famous, got a lot of rap niggas wanna get put down
Makin' this Fox shit famous, got a lot of killers want to join it now
Some of 'em bogus and roaches, around me
You ain't ready to die 'bout it? Don't come around me
Put it in park, hop out and (Ta, ta), nigga
Then you can come back around me
I got some shit on my head
Well, that's what I heard, but in my hood you can find me
I got that shit on my neck, but this ain't all of it
I'm still missin' more links
I got the Feds tryna bump this shit
My nigga locked down bumpin' this shit
In ten months, nigga, I done spent three hundred
But tomorrow, I can still go lay on this shit (On my momma)
Nigga, I can buy what I want (On God)
I'll even fuck up the summer (What else?)
I left a model in read
I ain't even shoot her my number

[Chorus]
I just scored the game winner, win the championship
I ain't lettin' no nigga come sink my ship
All Titanic ass niggas gettin' shot off the ship
I made her pop like three Xans, nigga
I got a couple run with me that's Crip
I was just stuck in quicksand, nigga
Now I got four hunnid put up

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