Chris Travis - Crunch Time lyrics

[Intro] Shout-out to the n***a Big Los Bruh, real talk Chris mothaf**in' Travis n***a Best rapper n***a f** these n***as bruh I'm on it [Verse] Pinapple Fanta with a splash of Actavis Why you sippin so much? Cause I'm Chris Travis b**h Can't leave your own city What the f** that tell you Yo' b**h, mouth game tight But that p**y well loose Hard-ball in the south b**h I'm straight out of Memphis Sipping codeine b**h Don't try to tell me 'bout my kidneys Leather seats, leather red, windows well dark tinted Try to get you a line That's gon' cost ya' a** fifty b**h I'm good Well you n***as ain't in your own city “40 Year Old Virgin" Ain't nobody f**in' with me Condo, reach the clouds b**h I'm never not high Don't say you gon' get me b**h, 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 n***a, I be on my sh** And that's how I survive I ain't 'bout to rush sh** I ain't even in my prime f** up your whole career With one punch line Beat a n***a a** down In the f**in' lunch line k**ing all these lame rappers Cause it's f**in' crunch time b**h I go banana's and you n***a's fruit flies n***a's say I fell off Ya'll n***a's must be drunk f** boy, I'm from Memphis I ain't got to bring no phonk I'm a real young n***a Still lock you in the trunk b**h tryna to talk to me But the syrup got me slumped [Hook] Got that Pinapple Actavis Bad b**h Trafficking Chris Travis swaggin' b**h Damn, I'm not average b**h n***a's can't handle this n***a's can't handle me n***a's can't handle me Damn I'm not average b**h [Verse 2] Three ho's in a hotel That's a trio Chris Travis f**in' hoes In a damn speedboat Best in this sh** f** n***a, you don't even know Freestyle king k**ing every mothaf**in' show Godfather Chris need a lane when I f**in' walk They don't understand cause I got a slang when I talk b**h so bad Made her write her name with some chalk Ya'll n***a's ain't sh** But a f**in' cross walk Step right on your cuz I know you ain't 'bout sh** Murk a n***a a** quick In his own apartment Hit the club deep Looking like some damn Spartans Try to jump me I'ma rip your damn heart b**h [Hook] [Outro] Chris Travis swaggin' b**h