Drink Champs ft. MIA Rerock Lyrics

Boy if you ain't down to step for real, you can't be stamp

Ridin' through the 6 dirty with more shots than Drink Champs

Took a perc 10 after I woke up from a lean nap

I don't think I been sober in months with my fiend ass

We was in that field with no equipment, we ain't need pads

Hear that button blow, you can't do nothin' else but think fast

Said he gon' leave me when he see me, I don't believe that

Inna strike with them smackers somethin' gettin' smacked

Nigga said he gon' smoke me, how the fuck he turn to a pack

Talkin bout bodies, ain't yo bodies where they do that at?

I be tweakin' off the Xans, bro, hope I don't crash

I'm quick to fap yo ass down, you know I don't lack

They know we play good defense, ain't no spinnin' back

Bro pulled up in a eat we spinnin' out of that

If it's up, then it's stuck, lil nigga, ain't no gettin' out of that

Niggas try to bitch up when they feel that press

Let us find the block you be on, we comin' down that bitch

I done served more than a hundred heads ridin down the strip

Nigga you ain't never bust a switch, then switch the clip

You ain't never caught a opp out & made him turn bitch

If I catch one on cam, I won't turn myself in

Bitch all on my dick, I wanna fuck her friend

I told that boy to pop out, I'm tryna hit his head

We got flicked they on they walkie-talkies like "they fled"

Blick they ass down, they call 911 like "they dead"

Hop out with switch, I'll make the whole crowd spread

If I come switch then it's more than 30 rounds in it

Can't believe they thought they was safe, cause that bitch was tinted

I can't believe he got snaked but you niggas friendly

How the fuck is he see a shooter and he went to Bendle

I just popped another perc like I don't know my limits

When it's beef like Herbo, boy, it ain't no limit

You get smoked if you with em & whoever with it

Face shot gang, put him in a casket and close that bitch

Gave lil bro 308, he couldn't even hold that bitch

Nigga talkin' bout he got Wu-Pack, I don't wanna smoke that shit

Lil bitch actin' real iffy, I been ah smoked this bitch

Nigga, I don't gamble, I'll shoot you and who you rollin' with

Nigga tellin' bitches we got beef, I ain't even know that shit

Brody call me for the hits, cause he know I'ma blow the blick

Boy, if you ain't in that field for real, you damn near don't exist

They mad bro, got out for that body, but it was self-defense

Nigga said that I popped him up, but I don't do attempts