Chris Travis No Purpose
[Intro]
[Verse]
Bitch I'm in the streets when I'm never not working
Working every second
So I don't see the purpose
You ain't in the streets
Little nigga stop lurking
You ain't making money
Might as well join the service
Everybody quiet
Chris Travis just surfing
Everybody ride
But they live by my surface
I don't need receipts cause it's longer than serpent
I'll buy it all
Give it back to the worthless
Bitch I walk around
Like I'm something to worship
See the whole world as a god damn circus
Don't peak through the wrong god damn curtains
Try to start shit
Leave you laying in the dirt bitch
Coming up quick
Other niggas on the hush list
Labels ain't shit
Need a mil just to touch me
Bitches ain't shit
Rather chill with a blunt man
Ho you wanna f..ck?
Cause I know you got a boyfriend
I don't let sluts in my mothafucking spot man
Keep it real cool cause you know that shit is hot man
Swinging through the pussy
Boy them hoes call me Tarzan
White man looking
I'm a young paid black man
On 6th street with my weed on my right leg
I'm a Memphis nigga so I came out the wasteland
Know your bitch looking like she really wanna taste man
I don't want features unless we talking about my rates man
[Verse 2]
Money coming fast
But we keeping up
If the money coming slow
Then we speed it up
And if a nigga got a problem we can meet it up
And f..ck talking
Come swinging when I'm pulling up
I'm at the office
Getting head with the windows up
You in the office riding tasks in a journal book
You buying weed
Boy I'm buying new furniture
You still living with your mom
I ain't heard of ya
Boy you talk real tough
Who scared of ya?
You can shoot guns
But you not a murderer
Never trust who you by
Like Disturbia
Bitch I'm creeping, midnight, like a burglar
With my foot on the gas
Break necks when I pass
And I'm headed to the pad
With a sack on the dash
And a bitch hair long
Down her back to her ass
If a nigga wanna f..ck
Then she texting for cash
Bitch
[Outro]