PIMP sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Y'know what I’m saying
It's me, Chris Travis
I'm really out here, motherf*cking pimp sh*t
Y’know how I get down

[Verse 1]
Well I'm smoked out in the 'lac and got the b*tch choking
She trying to suck my di*k, while I'm tryna stay focused
Watch out for them boys, 'cause you know them n*ggas scoping
Pop a f*cking bean, now I got the b*tch rolling
Call up my homies to see what's in motion
Got a couple b*tches, and they all f*cking open
At the crib, high as f*ck, n*ggas just loafing
b*tches on the couch, and you know they brain roasted
Hoes on my di*k, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
But little do they know, b*tch, I’m just tryna f*ck
Chris f*cking Travis don’t have time for the love
And death to them n*ggas that be trying to act tough
I came in and took your b*tch n*gga, what is up?
You trying to cuff the ho', just let her be a sl*t
I f*cked that damn b*tch in her Goddamn gut
And let that b*tch go like a Goddamn mutt, b*tch

[Chorus: Sample]
I’m sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
Do a 187 with this muthaf*ckin' mask on
I’m sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
Do a 187 with this muthaf*ckin' mask on
[Verse 2]
Chris f*cking Travis leave you n*ggas f*cking murked
Little Chris Travis have your b*tch pus*y hurting
Little Chris Travis have my b*tch pus*y squirting
Got a side b*tch running game, and she working
Got a main b*tch at the crib, pus*y twerking
Got my old b*tch texting me, and she lurking
She miss a n*gga, and she say she need di*k for certain
I text her back and said, "Suck my di*k, but how you learning?"
Hoes on my steez, but they better not claim it
b*tches on my di*k, tell the ho' I'm not famous
I don't got no money, but b*tch, I'm not a stranger
Smoking on this loud and I did take the ranger
f*ck the Five-O, hang them up like some hangers
n*ggas know little Chris don't make sh*t but bangers
Got the f*cking drugs, but a n*gga not a slanger
She pass me a cup, but a n*gga not a drinker, b*tch

[Chorus: Sample]
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
Do a 187 with this muthaf*ckin' mask on
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
Do a 187 with this muthaf*ckin' mask on
[Refrain: Sample]
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthaf*ckin' shorts
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
Do a 187 with this muthaf*ckin' mask on
I'm sick up in this game

[Outro: Chris Travis]
Y'know what I'm saying n*gga
It's Chris f*cking Travis
Free [?] out the motherf*cking [?]
It's the motherf*cking underground
Tell me if you feel this sh*t n*gga
It's that motherf*cking mixtape n*gga
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Real sh*t n*gga, I'm putting on for Memphis bruh
f*ck y'all n*ggas hating
Shouts out to all my b*tches out there, really doing this sh*t
You already know who I am
Chris f*cking Travis n*gga
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