Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Smoke That Shit

I just smoked a sack, got it back, then I roll it back

I just copped that pack of that fire, we aren't needing that

Bitch I'm moving fast, blowin' gas, tryin' to make it last

Hammer dance, if a nigga want it he can get the hands

Bitch I'm fucking posted, smokin', toasted with the heater rollin'

Bet I get that heater if a nigga ever fuck me over

Niggas think they cold, red nose, bitch you on that coke

Catch me cross the globe fuckin' hoes I don't even know

Niggas wanna act tough, pussy nigga play the role

I leave you here, oh yeah, story never told

Flow change up damn near every fucking song

God I have your bitch ringin' back like a ringtone

All these little niggas won't never feel my songs

All these bitch niggas gon' hate when they see you grown

Bitch call me Kyle 'cause I murder niggas never home

Say she wanna fuck and she brought her damn friend along

I just smoked a sack, got it back, then I roll it back

I just copped that pack of that fire, we aren't needing that

Bitch I'm moving fast, blowin' gas, tryin' to make it last

Hammer dance, if a nigga want it he can get the hands

I'm forever, son, you not

Waterboyz forever hot

Burning up your fucking spot

Like a nigga smoking pot

You can die up on the spot

Fuck a tweet, I'm at your spot

This shit go for any nigga that just got a fuckin' problem

I just smoked a sack, got it back, then I roll it back

I just copped that pack of that fire, we aren't needing that

Bitch I'm moving fast, blowin' gas, tryin' to make it last

Hammer dance, if a nigga want it he can get the hands