Full Bred Ape Chris Travis

[Verse 1]
Got a bitch, taught her how to play fetch / throw
Bought some real, she was talking out the Metro
And I train these niggas like it's Petco
You my son that you know I can't let go
Imma full bred ape when the bank close
Know some full fed hoes with they breasts blow
Know some real ass niggas that'll never fold
And I can never let 'em down like I told you so
Don't speak upon, say you heard it through the grape vine
Bitch I love my life so much that I don't waste time
If you with that fake shit, you can stay on this side
Big flip, long clip, if you stay on that side
I'm the real, keep it true, nigga never turn blue
Had some snakes in the grass, grab that ass and let loose
Hit the brakes, swerve the gas, but just hope they catch you
Im'ma break hella fast for the day I met you

[Interlude]
(Shoutsout to... west coast, shoutsout to west coast, ay, hold it down for the best smoke, uh. Shoutsout to west coast, hold it down on best smoke... Do ya dance, bitch I came in, bitch I came in, uh)

[Verse 2]
Bitch I came in, they like, "Kenshin, do ya dance?"
I'm a rockstar baby, Imma break the bands
I'm a South nigga but I love it in the West
Smoke good, eat good, nigga nothing less
Fuck good, sleep good, still think 'bout the check
Used to be in middle school taking up the desk
Now I'm in the fucking bank, taking up a check
You can do the same thing nigga, fuck the rest...