Full Bred Ape - Chris Travis

Got a bitch, taught her how to play fetch — throw

Bought some real, she was talking out the Metro

And I train these niggas like it’s Petco

You my son that you know I can’t let go

Imma full bred ape when the bank close

Know some full fed hoes with they breasts blow

Know some real ass niggas that’ll never fold

And I can never let 'em down like I told you so

Don’t speak upon, say you heard it through the grape vine

Bitch I love my life so much that I don’t waste time

If you with that fake shit, you can stay on this side

Big flip, long clip, if you stay on that side

I’m the real, keep it true, nigga never turn blue

Had some snakes in the grass, grab that ass and let loose

Hit the brakes, swerve the gas, but just hope they catch you

I’m a break hella fast for the day I met you

(Shoutsout to… west coast, shoutsout to west coast, ay, hold it down for the

best smoke, uh. Shoutsout to west coast, hold it down on best smoke…

Do ya dance, bitch I came in, bitch I came in, uh)

Bitch I came in, they like, «Kenshin, do ya dance?»

I’m a rockstar baby, Imma break the bands

I’m a South nigga but I love it in the West

Smoke good, eat good, nigga nothing less

Fuck good, sleep good, still think 'bout the check

Used to be in middle school taking up the desk

Now I’m in the fucking bank, taking up a check

You can do the same thing nigga, fuck the rest…