YSR Gramz, BabyTron, Detwan Love - The Peoples Champ lyrics

I'm big boolin
If my grannie send the drank to you
We gon get to it nigga tryna get down on me
He must think I'm stupid
A lotta drugs, he must think he Frank Lucas
Dumb ass nigga gon snitch
The police running to him
Dumb ass nigga gon get blit'sed
If we run into him we got AR's and FN's
We ain't running from him

I don't run from shit
But I chase if the check bounce
Smoked it out, and I ain't checked out
Playing both sides gon fuck around, and blow
You talking 'bout some, il bitch
What the head 'bout?
Only been to Flint really go to
You ain't never scored, bitch
You really on the bleechers
Jeans tripple S, it's really just a feature
This white bitch saw me
And said that's rеally Justin Bieber

YN Jay missed my phonе call
He fell asleep at Drake house
With the drac out
If it's beef, leave him out back
Like the steak house

For a take out
Lil bitch mad, the ho ain't get ate out
Knew the bitch was easy
I ain't even bring no pape out
Started brought the bapes out
On me, but I'm ugly like
BabyTron be white boy off Eight Mile
I caught a fan that was hating on me
And I shaked him down
I was just down on my knuckles
I get paper now
We gon get your head took off
If you take off
I keep me a stick on me, like I play golf
I cannot see none of you niggas
Like Ray Charls hit his ass like Hey Arnold

Why the fuck I sell my
I know how to get that shit off
He on the greyhound
I don't give a fuck, we at the movies
Pop those niggas in this bitch
For tryna hit a lick
Kill a wittness from the D
And the prosicuters
I ain't never aimed a gun
At nobody without shooting them
Niggas get off three E's, then
You listen to Snoop Dogg, oh, you a Crip now?
I treat my gun like a bayblade
Let it rip now
In designer, you get stripped down
They out here talking 'bout the Shitty Boys
They got me pissed now fish now
I don't really sell za zas
But this my fifth pound
Told girly if she ain't sucking
She can leave now
Police pull us over, I told get your gun now
Grannie said it's snowing outside
The bullit's hit your house