2KChamp - Trell N Champ (feat. BBG Trell) Lyrics

Uh Yeah
Big Champ
Young Nigga steppin in the club I really run it up
If a Nigga play with me he must be dumb as f*ck
Coming through I took my nine and we let off shots
Got a ruger got ar and we got them glocks
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I run it up
Coming through know we lit as f*ck shit don't never stop
(Fye fye fye)
I got some Glocks I can make it pop
I can serve you strong serve you weed I can serve you rock
I can serve you strong serve you weak I can serve you raw
Pull up to the venue with three hoes think I'm Santa Claus
(Blat blat blat)
That's what you hear when we blow his ass
(Yeah yeah yeah)
It's 4/20 and we blowing gas
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Supply the streets it cost supply demand
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Put VVS's in my pinky ring
All this shit up on my neck
Bad bitch trynna f*ck I say wassup yo pussy wet
And I'm standing tall these niggas mad that I'm a vet
Walk up in the spot these niggas look cause im a threat
They like damn Trell what you on What you got
I be smoking gas these niggas mad I'm smoking strong
I'm smoking Latto
I'm like what you lookin at boo
Girl come hop up in this scat
Let me eat it from the back
And I know that pussy wet
Stand up on me while you ride
Bad bitch she trynna f*ck with me I know she with the guys
Pussy nice ion give a f*ck I'm finna spin like what's the price
Get it right
I'm the type to bring a rubber then f*ck her raw
She the type that suck a dick then lock her jaw
Real trapper dope seller flip a hunnid bows
Real nigga bag getter rock a lot of shows
I get turned up off them drugs pop a percocet
I get swallowed by yo bitch her head stupid wet
Find out the opps dead and go celebrate
If I see his kids I won't hesitate
Snatch his son snatch his daughter hold'em up for ransom
If its smoke up in the air we got a cure like cancer
Whole lot of Ben Franks I got racks on racks
Told her pull up hit her from the back
(Uh uh uh aye yea)
Hit her from the back
Hit her from the back
Damn she hella bad