ATK Glock - Champer Zone Lyrics

We cracking em breaking em taking em bitches
G checking ain't faking I'm Holding them Leashes
I flip and I swerve ain't doing them dishes
I got my wishes feel I'm on a mission
Every Day mama be bitchen
Getting em ritches I ain't trap no kitchen
All ya fakers be switching ah
Popping the Molly you twitching ah
Gas in my condo pocket full of Hundos
When I pull up all ya bitches wanna run though
I got my troops bitch I'm a commando
Ball in the hoop I be making it land though
Mic on fire I'm feeling so hot
God damn body got wounds and cuts
Tried every mother f*cking door got shut
Didn't know how to connect the dots
Back on my shit and I'm cooling ah
All ya haters be fooling
I let it rip bitch i put a chrome to your dome
Lay you stiff bitch With a 30 You Be Gone
Smoking the kush and I'm wild ay
They praying on my downfall ay
They hating caz I got what they can't have
Champer gang standing so tall ay

The mofoing champer so hot
We chasing the money ain't chasing no thot
Sip on the luie when I'm taking a shot
We wiping and flipping we taking are cuts