Bryant Dope - Champion Sound lyrics

(Hook x2) 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 n***as, 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 n***a about his paper, G sponsored links 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 f** trust, n***as 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 f** 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 n***as owed, wish your lukewarm flow were colder Watch the beholder of the future of rap When this f**ing verse ends Hanni, bring the beat back (Hook)