Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Try Again

Drinkin' on water I'm smokin' this in

She wanna' fuck me bitch do not pretend

I was in Memphis I'm cookin' pinch

Now you niggas just wanna' be friends

Holdup I'm taking this in

New to the shore, and I've been for the win

Can't love a hoe, I'm not holdin' no hands

I just might [?] right at the rim

[?] some grams

Fuck up my set cause' I'm smokin' my strength

Niggas be talkin' but don't got no hands

I don't pretend cause I know who I am

Damn she said that I'm weird

All of the niggas she with disappear

Coppin' the Porches, switchin' the gears

Through with my money wipe up my tears

Sippin' day through the night, live in the light it make you blind

Grindin' day through the night and if you ain't don't waste my time

You can fake it if you wanna' I'm myself and I don't mind

She can tell me where she wanna, but her soul is all mines

Bitch, I'm a tick, give a fuck bout' this shit

Been at war myself, since a kid, won't forget

Bitch, I'm a tick, give a fuck bout' this shit

Been at war myself, since a kid, won't forget

Beat on your bitch with a malice

[?] bandana

Sparkin' that pano

My bitch she need a beretta

Speed in a foreign I left with, back to the schedule

[?]

Pockets on work bitch, I'm whiter than than Texas

Niggas don't want it they [?]

All of these hundreds, I don't gotta' stretch it

[?] pop out the cut like I'm Freddy

Taking your bitch in a second

Nigga be ready

Imma' get hit in a second

She comin' back for some more because she's ready for seconds

I want that car, like Bentley

I turn you up if you let me

[?]

Hotter than the motherfuckin' concrete I'm great

Drinkin' on that promethazine like a shake

You niggas ain't built and you made out of shape

And I'm running laps around you I won't ever take a break

Hopped in my car I was headed to the bank

Lookin' at the stars all a nigga had was faith

Imma' keep it plain you niggas ain't the same

Tryna hop up in my lane be a way to get exchanged