Christo Amp - Fly

Uh, yea, Champ, ha
Uh uh, yea, uh uh, yea
The champ is here
Yea
Havin' vision of gettin' paid, close eyes and pray I see better days
To the lord in the sky, hope he keep me safe
I am Moses with oceans, get out my way, uh
Yea, I fornicate, Mike J in them Jordan's, I fade away
Mike Tyson with flows and you featherweight
From the basement watch how I elevate, uh
Now, I'm flyin', now, I'm floatin'
I'm so high like a rollercoaster
Drivin' by car full of smoke
Lookin' like a chimney when the windows open
You can smell me before you see me
Always with my bro like Luigi
My dick is hard and your bitch is easy
How I'm livin', young black and steasy
I'm comin' up, young nigga comin' up
I'ma be the first never runner up
I'm comin' up, young nigga comin' up
Just got a check, finna run it up
Ouuu got bankrolls in the pocket
Finna take off like a rocket
Ridin' 'round bumpin' my shit
My niggas' only talk fly shit
Don't ask for war
I kill the bullshit like a matador, uh
With my dogs like Labradors'
And we them niggas' she been askin for, uh
Yea, I'll bag your broad (I'll bag your broad)
Known to bounce back like basketball (Like basketball)
If your mans mad I'll laugh it off
And I'm with a white bitch, no ass at all
You can't handle it
I'ma beast with the beats, I'm an animal
Make you think on your feet like you ran ball
I'm dope a morphine and you tramadol
I've see your whole team and I laugh at y'all
Y'all niggas' so weak, y'all fragile
And I'm raised in the 3rd coast capital
I pray my songs go international
Champ
I'm comin' up, young nigga comin' up
I'mma be the first never runner up
I'm comin' up, young nigga comin' up
Just got a check, finna run it up
Ouuu got bankrolls in the pocket
Finna take off like a rocket
Ridin' 'round bumpin' my shit
My niggas' only talk fly shit
You finna learn somethin' like the teacher there (Uh)
I be killin' shit like the reaper there (Uh)
Feel it in your sole like you sneakers, yea
Blowin' loud like it's comin' out the speaker, yea (Uh)
Copped the holy ghost like the preacher there
Niggas' hear this and goin' to want a feature, yea
Niggas' try to stick around like leaches
You need to sit your ass down on the bleachers
(Ouu)
I don't stop, Christo Amp never gon' flop (Ouu)
Roll my wood and smoke my pot
I'll be so high, I'll be on top, see
(Ouu)
I'm gon' do my thang, every-y-day, all-day (Ouu)
If you ain't talkin' paper might as well get out my face
I'm comin' up, young nigga comin' up
I'ma be the first never runner up
I'm comin' up, young nigga comin' up
Just got a check, finna run it up
Ouuu got bankrolls in the pocket
Finna take off like a rocket
Ridin' 'round bumpin' my shit
My niggas' only talk fly shit

Written by:
Christopher Amponsah

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