Chris Travis Misty
[Produced by: DSavageBeats]
[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
I be smoking Kush in a all white castle
Fine ass bitch but she give me a hassle
My music get weird and I'm getting weirder
But I'm still a G so it wouldn't make a difference
See I'm the instructor and these niggas just listen
Shouts out to 8-Ball bitch its Space Age Pimpin'
On the three point clutch bitch I'm Scottie Pippen
Listen to the sounds as you hear the water drippin'
Feeling like the moon man
Five blunts in my hand
Wit' a whole pint of lean fresh from Actavis brand
Niggas try to take my style but they ain't brutal, damn
Chris f..cking Travis smoking weed sent from Amsterdam
f..ck is you talking 'bout bitch I go f..ckin' HAM, just to get my bread and I don't need no f..ckin' jam
But I be taxing call me Uncle Sam, for my fam or Mr. "Roll-up one Blunt out of Three Grams"
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Still 'bout the city that I'm from, I'm not leaving
But still I gotta watch my f..ckin' back from these demons
A I be on the creep cause you know a nigga chief off that strong ass kush that will make your clothes reek
I be on another level I think I done reached my peak
If I'm hungry as f..ck I get high and eat a beat
I got plenty different flows and they all so unique
I got 20 different hoes and they all fine as me, huh
Smoking on this weed and it got me high as f..ck
Nah, I ain't paranoid but my brain on a rush
Goddamn, where I'm at?
Goddamn, what the f..ck? (sigh)
Roll another blunt, bitch I don't give a f..ck
Watch me smoke
And watch me choke
