Текст песни The Uprise - Chris Travis

The Uprise

I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap in extra clothes
I ain't tryna' have your biddies, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, bitch send your ass home

I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap in extra clothes
I ain't tryna' have your biddies, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, bitch send your ass home

All my niggas love money and that's all that I condone
All my bitches love me, so niggas leave me alone
All these broke niggas hating, while it's all on me
Guess they mad cause my dick poke they bitch ovaries
I ain't fucking with the gov', they can't get a hold of me
I be posted underground, serving on the lowkey
Coming straight out of Memphis, smoking Cali O.G
Niggas always assume, but they don't really know me
Twenty racks on the show, and I put that on me
I ain't going through discussion, consult my brodies
Tattoos on my wrist, fuck a damn Rollie'
I don't need to know the time, cause I sip it slowly
Bitch it's time for the money, every second of my life
Thanking god everyday, cause I know I ain't living right
But I gotta feed the fam', so I sin through the night
Bagging all these damn grams, watching all soldier's sight
Bumping G shit, looking good, feeling right
Let your bitch suck me up, man I call her parasite
Ever since the damn day, she been calling left and right
Chris motherfucking Travis, take your bitch on the bite

I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap in extra clothes
I ain't tryna' have your biddies, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, bitch send your ass home

Five grams in the blunt, fuck it, roll the quarter
I'm tryna' get high, I got anxiety disorder
Niggas fucking tripping, I'mma have to place they order
And that's word to Lil B, Chef Boil-your-ass-in-water
Fuck you niggas saying, boy I'm something like a Carter
I'm a motherfucking beast, boy that's something you can't bother
You can play hard, but bitch I'mma play smarter
That cigar in my mouth, Chris Travis the godfather
Man I got these bitches hot, every time they hear my voice
Plant a seed in her mouth, and leave her pussy wet and moist
Take my bitch out on the job, we call that a decoy
She gon' be your red distraction while we take your cheese boy
Then after you fuck, best believe she flee boy
You should not trust a ho with twenty inch weave boy
Chris motherfucking Travis, he a clever thief boy
And these niggas wanna invest, but my thoughts ain't cheap boy