How It Is Chris Travis

[Intro]
(*coughs*)
Gianni Lee

[Verse 1]
It's Chris fuckin' Travis, ho, you know who it is
Them magnums in my pocket, I ain't tryna have no kids
And fuck the underground, bitch, I'm tryna do it big
And I keep on repeatin', this gon' be my last cig
But fuck it, man, a nigga straight, I'm tryna get this paper
And if you ain't with me, I'ma see you fools later
There's plenty bitches on my dick, but I do not save 'em
Yo main bitch watchin', I can tell she wanna say somethin'
I got these hoes up in my crib, and yeah, they gettin' trippy
I throw they ass some drugs
And then they flashin' they titties
And this that throwed shit, so all my niggas vibe with me
And fuck all them feelin's, ho, come get high with me

[Chorus]
Niggas can't fuck with me, and that's how it is (Uh-uh)
And I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just what it is
And bitches want the dick, but a nigga 'bout his biz
And I ain't tryna fuck unless you tryna bring yo friends (Uh-huh)
Niggas can't fuck with me, and that's how it is
And I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just what it is
And bitches want the dick, but a nigga 'bout his biz
And I ain't tryna fuck unless you tryna bring yo friends