AwfulChamps Lyrics

Why you trippin' mama?

Always worried bout what shit costs me

I don't give a fuck, I'll pay the price to be flossy

Raised in the church, why my mama think she lost me?

This my Sunday best, why these niggas all want copy?

Aqua Kyoto rock shrimp with the tempura

Or maybe back at the crib I'll show you karma-sutra

Papi Chulo uh, Amarathura

Kind to the pussy no Ace Ventura

Got this devil on my shoulder, clips in the holster

She gon' call me up, she been telling me to hold her

I don't want love baby wait until I'm older

Niggas moves sus cannot kick it with no cobras but...

Maybe I won't

You see, maybe I will

I could act like I love you, I could do it for the thrill

I could act like I love you, niggas fake and they ain't real

That's why we ain't got shit in common so I prolly never will

If it get hectic, Im dipping out, I'll find the exit

And shit get left quick, I'll cut it off like it was sepsis

Play games like Tetris, trouble with my recollection

I hit up Section, he'll point me in the right direction

AwfulDaniel sent me beats man, this the shit I'm talking bout!

Him versus me then, I got the speaker knocking out!

These niggas getting mad cos all they plays are going walk about

Champs be in their playlist I'm the one they all be talking bout!

And its "Bando! Bando!" Swear they talking bout me!

Before im running out of bars they gon' be running out of beats

Every verse is bloody murder boy I bloody up the beat

And Imma take these boys to school boy Imma pull em up a seat

Cos bitch I'm Awful!

That ain't a Rolly, he wearing fossil!

One hand is on they neck, other hand is on the throttle

Couple like on IG now she saying she a model

Know my name is in they mouth but my dick is in they tonsils, its Champs!

You know Da V!

Bachata Bachata Bachata

It's Champs!