Cream Of The Crop Chris Travis

[Bridge]
Hit that bitch, I'm a boss
Ain't got time for no thot
Bitch I live like Rick Ross
Get the back, connect the dots
Never let a nigga cross, get the cream of the crop
Bitch I feel like Ty Lawson and you know I'ma shoot my shot (bitch)

[Verse 1]
Dammit she ugly and look like a dyke
Pull up my body, she forward [?]
These niggas can't even rap took a height
I murder shit and I don't say goodbye
Fuck all your hatin', my hands to the sky
Want me to fall but too bad I can fly
I might break a discuss and my beat took you high
But it hit to your gallera, eat it like pie

[Bridge]
I'm a pilot in a cockpit when I spit these moshpits
Cooked out her nauseous, told her drink with caution
Nigga you is not dis', cook you like some biscuit
Nigga I be walkin', all I know is foreign shit

[Verse 2]
I top flouring with my current
I'm a extra cool
I got truth, not in mood, thought I'll let you know
Catch you smilin' in my face but want extra smoke
I break rules, make calls, shoutout Mexico
Tell that bitch, drink this water, fuck with no sorrow
Drink it out the bottle while the boys be your army
Strapped up in garments, Ready to harm shit
Niggas so harmless, I stay on my own shit