Why So Serious? - Chris Travis

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What?

Bitch nigga talk shit

Get hit with the Darth bitch

I can’t fall in love

I ain’t got no heart bitch

Boy you is a scrub

You won’t make it far bitch

Pull up in the car, (?) bitch

Hold my lungs bitch

Hold my drumstick

Hatin' nigga run up on me?

Then he done quick!

Niggas wanna be friends —

I ain’t the one bitch

Pull up kick the front door

(Doo doo!) at yo' lungs bitch

I am not the one that you niggas wanna fuck with

Indestructible, bitch I’m king you never done shit

I won’t ever lose, if I do — it’s to the sun bitch

You won’t get a bruise, tryna scratch me — not the one bitch

Fuck you bums

Hop out wit' a drum, ay

Number one, but fuck a number one, ay

I play chess, but nigga I don’t play shit

At yo chest, but aimin' at yo head bitch

At yo chest, but feel it in yo neck bitch

Want respect?

Then boy you better take it

Ay I’m done, so there’s nothing you can say trick

She want my dick, I told your bitch she gotta take it!

Like a (?)

I got yo' bitch naked

New plates, in the crib, look amazing

Like gracious, you niggas outdated

You want angus, but you ain’t even famous

Nigga nameless, chiefin' till you’re brainless

On the danger, the sergeant gon' need training

You want the percs, but boy you can’t sustain it

Fuck everybody I’m the truth and I remain it, bitch…

(Ay, BITCH!)