Chris Travis Ape Boy
[Intro]
Captain Crunch Presents
R-R-R-RXLVND
[Verse: Chris Travis]
F..ck wit my set, push yo shit back
Im in the front, you in the back
I got a knife, its on the strap
She got a friend, f..ck when she nap
Im from the south, f..ck bout a rap
Come to my house, won't make it out
These niggas hoes, running they mouth
Straight with these hoes, f..ck what they bout
These niggas wack, just want some clout
F..ck all this shit, where yo accounts
F..cking this bitch, right on my couch
Ape on my draws, wit dick in her mouth
Came out the M, made that shit out
I run up on him, knock his ass out
Now he ain't talking no shit from no app
Pussy ass nigga you know that you child
I pull up on that bitch and she a dub
Thought I was gon f..ck but she ain't budge
Fresh as f..ck like I slept in the tub
Molly circulate in her flesh
Gucci pink roses on my vest
I ain't have to answer for no sex
She just gave me top and then I left
Goyard on my belt, this shit is felt
Ima buy a choppa for some help
Niggas can't even be themselves
Bitch thats why I'm mobbing to the death