| Bitch I’m in the streets when I’m never not working |
| Working every second |
| So I don’t see the purpose |
| You ain’t in the streets |
| Little nigga stop lurking |
| You ain’t making money |
| Might as well join the service |
| Everybody quiet |
| Chris Travis just surfing |
| Everybody ride |
| But they live by my surface |
| I don’t need receipts cause it’s longer than serpent |
| I’ll buy it all |
| Give it back to the worthless |
| Bitch I walk around |
| Like I’m something to worship |
| See the whole world as a God damn circus |
| Don’t peak through the wrong God damn curtains |
| Try to start shit |
| Leave you laying in the dirt bitch |
| Coming up quick |
| Other niggas on the hush list |
| Labels ain’t shit |
| Need a mil just to touch me |
| Bitches ain’t shit |
| Rather chill with a blunt man |
| Ho you wanna fuck? |
| Cause I know you got a boyfriend |
| I don’t let sluts in my mothafucking spot man |
| Keep it real cool cause you know that shit is hot man |
| Swinging through the pussy |
| Boy them hoes call me Tarzan |
| White man looking |
| I’m a young paid black man |
| On 6th street with my weed on my right leg |
| I’m a Memphis nigga so I came out the wasteland |
| Know your bitch looking like she really wanna taste man |
| I don’t want features unless we talking about my rates man |
| Money coming fast |
| But we keeping up |
| If the money coming slow |
| Then we speed it up |
| And if a nigga got a problem we can meet it up |
| And fuck talking |
| Come swinging when I’m pulling up |
| I’m at the office |
| Getting head with the windows up |
| You in the office riding tasks in a journal book |
| You buying weed |
| Boy I’m buying new furniture |
| You still living with your mom |
| I ain’t heard of ya |
| Boy you talk real tough |
| Who scared of ya? |
| You can shoot guns |
| But you not a murderer |
| Never trust who you by |
| Like Disturbia |
| Bitch I’m creeping, midnight, like a burglar |
| With my foot on the gas |
| Break necks when I pass |
| And I’m headed to the pad |
| With a sack on the dash |
| And a bitch hair long |
| Down her back to her ass |
| If a nigga wanna fuck |
| Then she texting for cash |
| Bitch |