Chris Travis - Sci-Fi lyrics

CT: verse 1) I ain't never gotta tell a n***a sh** b**h Spit sick sh**, n***a make you get sick quick Better run like sprint when i'm close to ya sh** Purple rain like prince when the thang get lit Young Chris be the pimp that will Bang anything In my motherf**ing way, better get another plate Better go where it safe, but there ain't no where So you dead anyway, f** n***a fly away Pull up to ya spot, Debo hot, need two ounces Just to sling the next part Saying that you with or your not, saying you move your stock p**y boy stop, pull up to you spot n***a f**, what you got Imma be on unsocial, till my heart beat drop Iont really give a f** if we cool or not Young n***a put em up if you feel to this song I'm the motherf**er when it come to undefeatables I become a young man when i punch a lion Now n***a got bills so i ain't got time If your f**ing with my money i wanna it due time Imma k** the whole damn game in due time Watch a n***a flip the whole game where you laying bout Po' off the world, like I put this sh** on standby Lights off on the block, its about to be a drive-by (Chorus/Hook, CT X2) Come and tell ya b**h, n***a go tell her bye-bye Come into the dark like I put her on Sci-Fi Your ho need me like her man need Wi-Fi Smoking on syrup got this b**h going sky high Come and tell ya b**h, n***a go tell her bye-bye Come into the dark like I put her on Sci-Fi Your ho need me like her man need Wi-Fi Smoking on this herb got this b**h going sky high p**y n***a whatchu know Watchu' know p**y n***a who ya know Who ya know p**y n***a whatchu know Watchu' know p**y n***a who ya know Who ya know p**y n***a whatchu know Watchu' know p**y n***a who ya know p**y n***a whatchu know p**y n***a whatchu know this Grab your b**h by her throat, don't let it go Let the boy talk, oh, he bout' to go To a place he ain't never bin befo' k** em slow p**y n***a whatchu know Grab your b**h by her throat, don't let it go Let the boy talk, oh, he bout' to go To a place he ain't never bin befo' k** em slow