Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Oh No

Only competition that I see is myself

Came on the prowl like a mufuckin elf

Change up the sound

Got you niggas thinking left

You don't understand cause you just understood

Read fuck niggas by the way that they move

Boy I'm moving up and you niggas can't move

Yeah I know I rap with a slight attitude

But I'm getting money fuckin rain, still sunny

Got these bitches at the top feelin like they finna vomit

On the thirty second floor

Tryna fuck, bein honest

I don't really got time for the chat and discussion

Niggas say my lyrics nothin

What the fuck means somethin?

Something everybody out lie to ya

Lil nigga be something

Pause on a mufuckin bitch, stop bluffin

Put a blunt in the air, fuck niggas I'm coming

Run through the pussy like I'm George of the Jungle

Run through your city boy I feel like Obama

Niggas ain't talking man they ain't sayin' nothing

I don't stand for numbers just know I stand for somethin

People be talkin' but they don't want drama

Snare rolls on your crib

Pull up and start drummin

Flow super charged like a V8 runner

I'ma spark up the fire you see it when I'm coming

Eyes all lazy from the weed and the fuckin

Yawlks on call when I need them boys nothin

Backwood smoke if it ain't then it's nothing

I don't wanna smoke with you if you ain't honest

Y'all take notes just watch the instructor

Bitch I make a play just call me a?

She don't get shit but a "good-bye" I fucked her

She don't say shit but a "hello, let's cuddle"

She just wanna get high

Wanna fuck me til my head's in the sky

Oh no I'm not that guy

Oh no I'm not that guy