R Rated - Chris Travis

Water, Godfather\nThe great man, the author\nBitch I don’t know you so I will not bother\nI got a thing for these bitches, imposters\nCome through my city they might try to rob you\nWe do not mean it but my city greedy\nTake what we want and we get what is needed\nI’m never stopin and I pop-lock-and-drop shit\nPop, lock and drop, watch your head hit the concrete\nOh — oh, oh — no\nTwenty thousand for the whole show\nLet’s go, Let’s go\nNiggas really actin like they know\nNo bro, no bro\nI’ma get that mothafuckin dough\nAnd nigga you broke, you joke\nI’ma sneak past ya witcha hoe\nNiggas really think they flow is hot\nI’ma make em stop like a watch\nFuck him, watch him drop\nAll I know is drop, drop, drop, drop\nOn the beat can’t flop\nBow down to a G\nNiggas fall from they peak\nThen crawl on the knees\nI’ma stand tall\nI don’t gotta have two feet\nTryna see double g\nTryna see double d\nTryna get a mothafuckin peak\nOn this beat, R.I.P\nBaby girl say that I’m crazy\nShe noticed my music, my lyrics R-rated\nDon’t really know who your bae is\nI’m tryna fuck you and yo friend on a spaceship\nDon’t know no runners\nMy niggas they hunters\nWe feast on you niggas then hide in a bunker\nMy phone steady jumpin wit talks about nothin\nLeave me alone if you not about money\nNiggas ain’t killas, these niggas is victims\nThinking they hard but they scared of the system\nMy mind is not closed bitch it’s flowing like rivers\nThe shit that I talk probably give you the shivers