Chris Travis Friends
[Intro]
[Hook]
Everybody shaking hands
I'm just in the corner
I ain't 'bout to be fake for the f..cking moment
If you f..ck with me, then I f..ck with you
I'm a down to earth nigga
But it's up to you
I'm the realest but I don't need to state the shit
And I don't care about who hating
Where my stainless at?
And I don't hang where pussy niggas be saying shit
Hit you where you say it at, and make you not speak again
[Verse]
See me and my niggas
We headed straight to the top
Chasing after dollar bills and we won't ever stop
Swear I sound nothing like you niggas
Shit
I can probably write for all these niggas
And I ain't trippin'
Approach the boss
She telling me that she lost
Cause she say well they can probably f..ck any she wants
She got me
But baby I don't fall into no traps
I'm Bruce Lee
Kicking everything in my way like "who he?"
Who me?
I'm that nigga that you see like movies
You see
You can never be better than, clever than
Seriously I'm cutting niggas heads then I mail them in
Devil shit
Bitch, I can show you what a rebel is
Down south nigga
In the woods, on some hunting shit
So I'm kind of used to being right by the bushes bitch
If you ever need that
I'll bring it to your place quick
[Hook]
[Outro]