Crunch Time lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out to the n*gga Big Los
Bruh, real talk
Chris motherf*ckin' Travis, n*gga
Best rapper, n*gga, f*ck these n*ggas, bro
I'm on it
(B-B-Big Los on the track, boy)

[Verse 1]
Pineapple Fanta with a splash of Actavis
Why you sippin' so much? 'Cause I'm Chris Travis, b*tch
Can't leave your own city, what the f*ck that tell you?
Your b*tch mouth game tight, but that pus*y well loose
Hardball in the south, b*tch, I'm straight out of Memphis
Sippin' codeine, b*tch, don't try to tell me 'bout my kidneys
Leather seats, leather red, windows well dark tinted
Tryna get you a line, that's gon' cost ya ass fifty
b*tch, I'm good, while you n*ggas ain't in your own city
40-Year-Old Virgin, ain't nobody f*ckin' with me
Condo, reach the clouds, b*tch, I'm never not high
Don't say you gon' get me, b*tch, when you the dead guy
I ain't even spittin' bars, but I ain't telling lies
"Chris Travis stay broke," you're a goddamn liar
n*gga, I be on my sh*t and that's how I survive
I ain't 'bout to rush sh*t, I ain't even in my prime
f*ck up your whole career with one punch line
Beat a n*gga ass down in the f*ckin' lunch line
Killin' all these lame rappers 'cause it's f*ckin' crunch time
b*tch, I go bananas and you n*gga's fruit flies
n*ggas say I fell off, y'all n*ggas must be drunk
f*ck boy, I'm from Memphis, I ain't got to bring no Phonk
I'm a real young n*gga, still, lock you in the trunk
b*tch tryna to talk to me, but the syrup got me slumped
[Chorus]
Got that Pineapple Actavis
Bad b*tch, trafficking
Chris Travis swaggin', b*tch
Damn, I'm not average, b*tch
n*ggas can't handle this
n*ggas can't handle me
n*ggas can't handle me
Damn, I'm not average, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Three hoes in a hotel, that's a trio
Chris Travis f*ckin' hoes in a damn speedboat
Best in this sh*t, f*ck n*gga, you don't even know
Freestyle king, killin' every motherf*ckin' show
Godfather Chris need a lane when I f*ckin' walk
They don't understand 'cause I got a slang when I talk
b*tch so bad, made her write her name with some chalk
Y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t, but a f*ckin' crosswalk (Finish him)
Step right on your cuz, I know you ain't 'bout sh*t
Murk a n*gga ass quick in his own apartment
Hit the club deep, lookin' like some damn Spartans
Try to jump me, I'ma rip your damn heart, b*tch

[Chorus]
Got that Pineapple Actavis
Bad b*tch, trafficking
Chris Travis swaggin', b*tch
Damn, I'm not average, b*tch
n*ggas can't handle this
n*ggas can't handle me
n*ggas can't handle me
Damn, I'm not average, b*tch
[Outro]
Chris Travis swaggin', b*tch