Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Commotion

I do this shit, you know what I'm sayin'

I won't never stop doin' this shit, nigga

No nigga can make me stop the hustle

This shit ain't over til' I say it's over

I keep on scopin', I don't do commotion

She dropped the pin but lil' bitch I ain't open

I'm makin' music, I gotta stay focused

Thank my supporters, they keep me in motion

Keep the good green and OG when I'm smokin'

I'm not the one for the braggin' and boastin'

But I do them numbers, no draggin' or hosting

Hop out the plane then I head to a five star

Chop off your hand, and your shit up in my jar

You cannot keep up cause your shit is sub-par

I make you freeze like Sub-Zero in [?]

Came in this bitch and I'm lookin' like Matlock

Pass me some heat, I might sing over guitars

Bitch

Froze up your bitch got her lookin' like Nardwuar

Hop on the stage, bitch I'm in rage

Fuck up the people, go back to my cave

Don't do no sequels, I master my lane

Lift up your mind, like it's stuck on a crane

I enter cheat code, cause life is a game

Outgrow you niggas, my life is a strain

Walk with a limp like I walk with a cane

Talk to your bitch but I don't know her name

Keep me on substance, I might go insane

You do not know what go on in my brain

Take out my mess it get ugly like Kane

Sparkin' up bitch, with no room [?]

I go where ever, give a fuck 'bout a fame

Got a big heart if you cross me - you slain (bitch)

Bitch

Got a big heart if you cross me - you slain! (bitch)

No, I don't need a bitch

No, I can't see that bitch

No, I don't need that shit

No, I can't ever switch

That hoe - she a sleazy bitch

My flow - make 'em fiend for this

You know - you can't clone this shit

You broke - get that money, trick

No, I don't need a bitch

No, I can't see that bitch

No, I don't need that shit

No, I can't ever switch

That hoe - she a sleazy bitch

My flow - make 'em fiend for this

You know - you can't clone this shit

You broke - get that money, trick