"HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPS" lyrics

This call is from a correctional facility and is subject to monitoring and recording
Thank you for using GTL
Smoove, what's the word, bro?

If you wanna be my bitch, get that basketball tatted
Twelve-hundred-dollar shoes and three-thousand-dollar glasses
I'ma drink a cup, then another, I'm an addict
I can't give you no attention, what you doin' less than average
I got all fifties, swear the bank ain't fuckin' with me
I'ma go to Brooklyn all in Coogi like I'm Biggie
This chopper here shoot out all nine if shit get tricky
Same chopper I ride with every day'll have you dingy
I put so much exotic in this Backwood, it's ridiculous
I got used to havin' new shit, most the time, I don't even take pictures
Niggas run and tell and talk too much when they the victim
I swear to God I never snaked my mans, but I snaked these bitches
You the type to hold your hand in court and be a witness
Once I bring that Lam' truck to my hood, I'm actin' different
I'ma put that blue band on my plain Richard
I'm in that lil' bitch throat with a lil' Draco, it ain't for pictures
These niggas sick as hell, they hit the lean and sip it with you
You try my lean, if we ain't on cam, I might switch you
It's a hundred in this Charger and the other two that's with me
What I spent on lean in 2021 just a Bentley
I throw up F's and hold fours and I pour 'em too
From the front to the back, it's a panomaric roof
Why in the fuck my pop so good? Add another deuce
I hold an F in every picture, been done put you through a hoop
Hold an F in every picture, every day, my money blue, look out