Текст песни Memphis Niggaz - Chris Travis

Memphis Niggaz

Yuh
I got crystal colors, I discover, whole tent gon' eat a supper
Fuck these niggas, fuck they mothers
I get money, fuck a lover
Little mane my haters suffer
I can’t go I’m like no sucker
Walk up and I’m causin' ruckus
Pussy nigga you is nothin'
Ring around the rose I go
I want nothin' but the dro
Give me weed, I ain’t talkin O
I can’t talk these niggas broke
Third eye open, bitch I’m woke
Well then bitch I run my flow
Comma AK with the scope
Try me pennywise you’ll float
easter pink
My bitch got a pink she lean
Bank account it look like Brinks
Stacked up chips in yo sink
Cuban wrapped around in creaks
Your diamonds fu you rockin zinc
Bitch I rollin' like it’s Brinks
I make that shit go start to shrink
Pull up to yo place, pussy nigga you is fearin' me
Inchin' through the race
Ion even gotta steer this shit
Ion need a case but get the rest, the lawyer clearin' it
I need all my cake cause I work hard and I ain’t hearin' it
Bitch, I be on your street
Beef, that ain’t what you eat
Me, turned into a beast
She, suck me when I preach
Beat, stomp you in some cleats
Freaks, shake ass when I speak
Sleek, sliding with my heat
Memphis nigga, bitch don’t reach