Crunch Time - Chris Travis

Shout-out to the nigga Big Los

Bruh, real talk

Chris mothafuckin' Travis nigga

Best rapper nigga

Fuck these niggas bruh

I’m on it

B-B-BIG LOS ON THE TRACK BOY!

Pinapple Fanta with a splash of Actavis

Why you sippin so much?

Cause I’m Chris Travis bitch

Can’t leave your own city

What the fuck that tell you

Yo' bitch, mouth game tight

But that pussy well loose

Hardball in the south

Bitch I’m straight out of Memphis

Sipping codeine bitch

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

Bitch I’m good

Well you niggas ain’t in your own city

«40-Year-Old Virgin»

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me

Condo, reach the clouds

Bitch I’m never not high

Don’t say you gon' get me

Bitch, when you the dead guy

I ain’t even spitting bars

But I ain’t telling lies

«Chris Travis stay broke»

You a goddamn lie

Nigga, I be on my shit

And that’s how I survive

I ain’t 'bout to rush shit

I ain’t even in my prime

Fuck up your whole career

With one punch line

Beat a nigga ass down

In the fuckin' lunch line

Killing all these lame rappers

Cause it’s fuckin' crunch time

Bitch I go banana’s and you nigga’s fruit flies

Nigga’s say I fell off

Y’all nigga’s must be drunk

Fuck boy, I’m from Memphis

I ain’t got to bring no phonk

I’m a real young nigga

Still, lock you in the trunk

Bitch tryna to talk to me

But the syrup got me slumped

Got that Pineapple Actavis

Bad bitch

Trafficking

Chris Travis swaggin' bitch

Damn, I’m not average bitch

Nigga’s can’t handle this

Nigga’s can’t handle me

Nigga’s can’t handle me

Damn

I’m not average bitch

Three ho’s in a hotel

That’s a trio

Chris Travis fuckin' hoes

In a damn speedboat

Best in this shit

Fuck nigga, you don’t even know

Freestyle king killing every mothafuckin' show

Godfather Chris need a lane when I fuckin' walk

They don’t understand cause I got a slang when I talk

Bitch so bad

Made her write her name with some chalk

Ya’ll niggas ain’t shit

But a fuckin' crosswalk

Step right on your cause

I know you ain’t 'bout shit

Murk a nigga ass quick

In his own apartment

Hit the club deep

Looking like some damn Spartans

Try to jump me

I’ma rip your damn heart bitch

Got that Pineapple Actavis

Bad bitch

Trafficking

Chris Travis swaggin' bitch

Damn, I’m not average bitch

Nigga’s can’t handle this

Nigga’s can’t handle me

Nigga’s can’t handle me

Damn

I’m not average bitch

Chris Travis swaggin' bitch