Crunchtime lyrics

[Bridge : Robb Bank$]
n*ggas drinkin' Hi-Tech while i sip the Actavis
Why you snappin so hard? Yeah, Art of savage b*tch!
Keep a bad yellow b*tch with that nine above her clit
Know it's yards not inches when you measure my di*k!


[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
I pull up piped up and I f*ck on your b*tch
I been had money since I was a jit
And ain't nothin funny you can get it off the rip
n*gga right over left, keep a stone in my set
Say YOTS money, bring it back from the dead
f*ck a Haitian b*tch put the woo on my di*k
Let her chew on that di*k
n*gga who on they di*k?
f*ck do you mean, cause you on my di*k
I can send a hit, then i throw the gun away
I done got straight n*gga get up out my face
I put you to shame, boy stay in yo' place
And I brought the mike at the westside play
And boy i swear these n*ggas is lame
I been on this savage life sh*t everyday
I don't give a f*ck what you say
I f*cked every b*tch from the explore page
f*ck n*gga, hol' up, roll up
Phone, i got it sewed up
I po' fo's in sodas, pistol in the holster
Put my neck on polar, did it for the culture
I with a young Bulma, on molly at Ultra
I'm finna f*ck yo hoe and get all up in her head
BSO tapped my phone, talk the juice on collect
n*gga read the fine print on the f*cking blueprint
Best seller, no re-issue not a re-print
Could give a n*gga false sentence, but i'd do it all again
Got a Pidgeotto and .44's in the Benz
Ready get set, come f*ck with the set
n*gga made me upset i push YOTS back again, c*nt
Forming sword art with the mind games, n*gga
And i ride around and listen to the Sade, n*gga
I f*cked her, her and her, watch me operate the system
And I put it to yo head like a instant transmission, b*tch!
[Hook: Chris Travis]
Got that Pinapple Actavis
Bad b*tch
Trafficking
Chris Travis swaggin' b*tch
Damn, I'm not average b*tch
n*gga's can't handle this
n*gga's can't handle me
n*gga's can't handle me
Damn
I'm not average b*tch

[Outro]
2 Phone... b*tch