Travis Kel-Tec Saliva Grey

[Verse 1]
Pussy why you talking, but ain’t talking to my face?
I just do it how I do, ignore ‘em, roll and smoke the stank
What the fuck that label offering? I don't want it, fuck it mane
Shit, my bank account already got a couple hundred K
Hundred bitches, hundred bodies, hundred dollars on a meal
Fuckers bitchin 'bout my business, y’all ain’t fuckin wit’ da real
Hundred licks, a hundred hundreds, 10K to pay the bills
Fuck a flick, don’t take no pic, 'cause I don't show up in the reel

[Chorus]
Rollin' dope erryday, puffin' on that mary jane
Holy broke, you a hoe, nothing but some pocket change
On the road, fuck a show, rather drown up in the James
Love the 4, fuck the coast, in the forest where I stay
Staying broke all you know, pussy muhfucker (lil bitch)
Grey done glowed, where they go? Shit, mane fuck ‘em
Staying broke all you know, pussy muhfucker (lil bitch)
Grey done glowed, where they go? Shit, mane fuck ‘em (mane fuck ‘em)

[Verse 2]
To-to-tote up on that cookie cutter wit’ a laser beam
Moses how I'm burning bushes I be blazing tree
Got the game in the bag, finna take a knee
Down set, 5.7 hollows at yo team
Call me Travis Kel-Tec, I'm really Swift wit' all my straps
I’m gon' ring that Bell bitch, I pull that Drake, extend that mag
You gon' take this L bitch, a whole damn strip you off them tabs
I don't need to sell shit, but I be sick without my trap
Made that flip, I need that bag, meet at that corner store (aye aye aye)
ATM ain’t got no cash, hoe better turn around (skrrt)
Hit my shit, I block yo ass, you can’t shop no more (you can't shop no more)
You complaining, steady faking, y'all ain’t changing, pussy
Stay the same you ain’t shit, boy
‘Bout 28 but you act child
What the fuck you gon say, boy?
Want the smoke, but you act mild
Glock hanging that dick out
That ain’t what you been ‘bout
Step down when I step ‘round
Go ten rounds with my Tec now