Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Memphis Niggaz

Yuh

I got crystal colors, I discover, whole tent gon' eat a supper

Fuck these niggas, fuck they mothers

I get money, fuck a lover

Little mane my haters suffer

I can't go I'm like no sucker

Walk up and I'm causin' ruckus

Pussy nigga you is nothin'

Ring around the rose I go

I want nothin' but the dro

Give me weed, I ain't talkin O

I can't talk these niggas broke

Third eye open, bitch I'm woke

Well then bitch I run my flow

Comma AK with the scope

Try me pennywise you'll float

[?] easter pink

My bitch got a pink she lean

Bank account it look like Brinks

Stacked up chips in yo sink

Cuban wrapped around in creaks

Your diamonds fu you rockin zinc

Bitch I rollin' like it's Brinks

I make that shit go start to shrink

Pull up to yo place, pussy nigga you is fearin' me

Inchin' through the race

Ion even gotta steer this shit

Ion need a case but get the rest, the lawyer clearin' it

I need all my [?] cause I work hard and I ain't hearin' it

Bitch, I be on your street

Beef, that ain't what you eat

Me, turned into a beast

She, suck me when I preach

Beat, stomp you in some cleats

Freaks, shake ass when I speak

Sleek, sliding with my heat

Memphis nigga, bitch don't reach