Chris Travis
Adlib
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ay.. Who want, girl i know you want it
Fuck you till you get to moaning like.. sure, sure
Ay stop talking girl you know you voice annoying
Tryna pretend we in love, got ya, right where i want ya
You and your friends been talking bout how i put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your heart might get broken
To all the hoes i never texted back i'm not sorry
Cuz i rather get you hurt before i get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fye on tuck
Pussy n***a run up, he gone get done up, suck
You want pressure then it's pressure, n***a say the word
Me and Chris fucking yo bitch passed her, it’s Pou turn
Hit a u-turn in that pussy swerved off
Too gone mane what the fuck these pussy n***as on
And i fucked her on the futon
Pussy n***a run and tell ya bitch we dropped the new song
When i was in the walls boy i left my shoes on
Left ya bitch and my dog got her like Jimmy Neutron
Black clover, leader of the cult for the children
Went head to head in tug a war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salvitates hi-tech
Bitch lick my wounds she gone taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me reprising the candle light
Boy your bitch mine watch how i get her right
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Is you fucking with me?
Man i know she fucking with me, hit her and she adlibing like sure, sure
Stop talking pussy n***a don't want it, boy you know yo ass pussy like suck, suck
You know we on it all my savages is on it we ain't doing no talking still 2phoneshawty
Bae that pussy pouring and talking to me ask and you shall receive now adlib for me like
Sure (x32)

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Bitch call me Medusa, hair long as a serpent
Water boys here to drown the whole surface
Black doors, black walls embedded with curtains
And i just wanna know is she for certain?
Bitch stop lying, you 20 and you a virgin
Is you gone fuck this convo seeming worthless
Let me fill you up with drugs like i'm a surgeon
I'm a dirty n***a should clean me like detergent
That shit mean i'll probably come and murk ya
But she might spot me so i'll just have to hurt ya
Fuck being broke, i swear that i'm allergic
Got money now, i don't know how to splurge it
N***as claiming this and that bitch not converting
Splitting up the bands in ways like a conversion
Chopping n***as heads and wrapping em in a turban
Uber me shawty pull up in a suburban
Tell yo ho to slide she coming fast like it's urgent
Young Chris Travis that n***a ya haven't heard it
Water boys, SS, pulling up on the curb bitch
When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick
When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick
Riding in the fast lane way above surface, if you wanna come get murk bitch