Can’t See Chris Travis & Robb Bank$

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ten toes down, one thou-, dirty south all day
Need my payments, son of Satan, face gated don't play
954, ride solo nigga figaro figaro
Slime on your head like Nickelo- and you like the first episode

[Hook: Chris Travis]
I'ma need a couple bands before I do the show
I play the whole damn game I don't need a coach
I'm smoking in this Earth nigga I can see the globe
And [?] from behind me I can't see you hoes

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
See me riding high as fuck think I lost my green
But I just hid the shit incase I run into a scene
Yo' bitch be watching she just sit and favorite all my tweets
I'm looking at my phone like bitch is you gon speak or scheme
I made my name poppin' bitch they never thought of me
Now when you hear that it's Chris Travis know that he the king
Let my money speak
These broke niggas got opinions cause they money weak

[Bridge 1: Chris Travis]
My niggas coming through the building nigga fucking fucking fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck the whole club up

[Hook: Chris Travis]