travis, chris
smoking packs
smell like fruit
pull up bitch
hit a lit
fuck a crew
she gon' move
how she move
hashish sticks
up in school
now i hit it
to the moon
got your bitch
out this room
now she headed
to her doom
and i kill like?50k?
niggas slaves
niggas bait
and i keep my business straight
bigger plate
fishy steak
and fuck with all bitches
it don't matter
any race
and i keep a large limit
fuck what any nigga say
tell
like
b
who the fuck you be?
nigga
yeah
that's me
for some beep
niggas swoosh and sweep
bitch is bitter sweet
hit my phone
lil bitch what you need?
i can't help your niece
on my own
with my family tree
my niggas different breed
think you tough
think you bout that
push and scout back
fuck a bitch
i ain't bout that
where the cash at?
staying loyal
i won't doubt that
blowin' flat pack
losing screws out your
get the fuck back
i'm on a move
all you niggas lose
got your
she might my shoes
green in livin' room
coming soon
fuck the game
no rules
i'm the truth and i play my jewels
like i went to school