Christo Amp & Annone - Dat Me (Outro)

Yea, uh, uh, yea
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yea
Put my phone on airplane mode, haha
Hit y'all back later, uh
Annone
Yea
Champ, it's Annone on the beat
Christo A-M-P, X-Men, I'm a beast
Bad lil' freak tried to get in my head like Professor X
Had to get Grande on a hoe, talkin' 'bout Thank you, Next
Got a lil' gold up on my neck, I be blowin' dope for the stress
Lil' shawty wanna give me neck, had to Do It like a Nike check
Only hit her if she fine as shit, if she not, better fine her friend
I ain't with the dinner plans, I'm just tryna get up in the pants
Bitch, it's The Champ, A-Town, sippin' on sizzurp, man
Every time I be rappin' make more magic than wizard, man
Man, can you imagine that? Flip that work like acrobat
Just like I flip that bitch from the front to back
Huh, then I smack her ass (Like, damn, you bad)
This shit, nigga, no pen, nigga, no pad, off the tip top
Christo got that good gas on the low, marijuana thrift shop
Gettin' everybody lit now, sore thumb, finna stick out
Why would I quit now? Shit, I'd be dead if I did stop, real shit
Man, I ain't even tryna flex on none of y'all nigga, man
But, forreal?
I don't know who's fuckin' the The Champ
That's me
Smoke weed (Smoke weed)
OG (OG)
Backwoods (Backwoods)
On me (On me)
Bad hoes (Bad hoes)
Be like (Be like)
Who that? (Who that?)
Who? Me? (Who? me?)
That nigga with the LV's (hat's me)
And them cut off jeans (That's me)
So fresh, so clean (That's me)
Gold chain, Mr.T
I'm in my bag like I'm missin' my keys
And I'm fuckin' this brat, now. my dick in her spleen
Sippin' this purple and smokin' this green
In the 3rd coast it's just kinda routine
I want the cash and the racks the cream
Roll up that Backwood and pass it to me
I want all of the cash, fuck do you mean?
Roll up that Backwood and pass it to me
Yea, give me that shit
Boy

Written by:
Alexander Annone, Christopher Amponsah

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