Now I can say I know more now than I used to
Now I be doing missions that you rookies couldn't do
And I got special moves that you losers can't use
I'mma float right here and eat his soul with a spoon
If she wanna see me tell her look up at the moon
I'm coming with my squad to your section very soon
And when we pull up expect your women to be swooned
And watch your little teammates scurry like raccoons
I'mma break a rapper ass very very soon
Well fuck that rapping shit I'll send that nigga through the roof
I won't believe a damn thing till I see some proof
I'm the truth
And the truth is you rappers' just some fools
You bitch
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Bitch I'm fully charged like a new iPhone
Christmas lights, I'm in the dark smoking like a burning home
Ion hear a damn thing, but the silence in my zone
Let me know where you wanna go
I can leave you ghost
Slit your throat
Leave you on the boat with a bloody note
You a joke and Ion like the ho
Leave you to the ghost
Bitch I'm about money, motherfuck these hoes
Smoke good weed and I get free clothes
Waterboyz ganging, and your bitch deepthroat
Youtube booming, don't need a VEVO
Better get your squad if you talking d-low
Pull up quick like a 6 speed show
Let's get rich then go see Mo
Backyard looking like a damn sea show
Chris fuckin Travis gotta let he know
I'll never play motherfucker she know
Gotta get cake and stay real low
And watch how we move cause the squad gonna blow, bitch
[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf] Now I can say I know more now than I used to Now I be doing missions that you rookies couldn't do And I got special moves that you losers can't use I'mma float right here and eat his soul with a spoon If she wanna see me tell her look up at the moon I'm coming with my squad to your section very soon And when we pull up expect your women to be swooned And watch your little teammates scurry like raccoons I'mma break a rapper ass very very soon Well fuck that rapping shit I'll send that nigga through the roof I won't believe a damn thing till I see some proof I'm the truth And the truth is you rappers' just some fools You bitch [Verse 2: Chris Travis] Bitch I'm fully charged like a new iPhone Christmas lights, I'm in the dark smoking like a burning home Ion hear a damn thing, but the silence in my zone Let me know where you wanna go I can leave you ghost Slit your throat Leave you on the boat with a bloody note You a joke and Ion like the ho Leave you to the ghost Bitch I'm about money, motherfuck these hoes Smoke good weed and I get free clothes Waterboyz ganging, and your bitch deepthroat Youtube booming, don't need a VEVO Better get your squad if you talking d-low Pull up quick like a 6 speed show Let's get rich then go see Mo Backyard looking like a damn sea show Chris fuckin Travis gotta let he know I'll never play motherfucker she know Gotta get cake and stay real low And watch how we move cause the squad gonna blow, bitch Explain Request ×
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