Intro

Yeah We in the championship We was down 3-1 Yeah (I can feel it coming in the air tonight) Feel it Champions of the United States (And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life) Yeah Turn me up Cruz [Verse] Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo) Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't) Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke Amen, amen, Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me) For all my sins (All my sins) Took so many riches just to get a Benz Pray for my niggas, all my friends In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in 32 shots in my new Glock Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac Bad bitch fuck me in my Gucci tube socks Member' when I spit my re-up on a [?] whoa Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers I can go to Hollywood, to court in this jungle action when niggas That smoke you go and murder your brother after, whoa Big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog Streets said they need that dope, they having withdrawals I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off I'm so rich that I can't even fuck a bitch raw woah Do you know the feeling? Being irritated cuz' you gotta count a million All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling We too rich to look like this to all that killing and drug dealing You my nigga, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out Say it's beef? we going to war, nigga, let's slug it out Be back whoop, we at your fucking house Heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse Nigga, pouring champagne cuz' all my niggas dead If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the fed I give a fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it Whew, cuz' I'm a king just Martin Luther I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya' I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber We finally made it out them trenches nigga, hallelujah! Woah! Balling like a hot boy Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy I'ma boss, I'm the one that call the shots boy You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop whore no way Ooh, I just cashed out How the fuck you turn a bando into a glass house? How the fuck you get a two to four and bail out Got your favorite Instagrammer with her ass out Hey, make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes Run a couple milli' off a couple shows Trapping at the W, we just fucking hoes If they loving that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls Yeah, running through the gutter, I ain't never bowl You'd think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's Plug just called he got another load He know I'm gon' get them sold Leaning off that perc', young nigga still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy like Turk Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, let's work You get popped pussy, no twerk Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break Shoot up out that van like it's teamate Nigga, we used to trap up out that green gate 80's baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA Oh, scary hours, walk outside the lear, they gon' let confetti shower You knew what it was when they let me out it Living like the plug, nigga I ain't selling powder Big bag, talking Santa Clause Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bar Ooh, scary hours, turn the camera off Please