20k - Chris Travis

I got bitches on my back

Twenty racks up in my bag

Pull up at your fucking show and turn your ass into a fad

I’ma go like I do, smoke my woods, fucking shoot

Pull up my hood, drop my coupe

Fucked your bitch without the roof

Fuck nigga I’m the truth

Who they picking, me or you?

Sippin on brew I’m like hot soup

Bitch these Rick Owens ain’t no more Boosts

I get high, I might

She gon' ride this like a bike

Fuck her all day and night, get the fuck up out my life

Aye, get the fuck up out my life

You can’t seem to do nothing right

You should just follow the light

And it’s heading to the dark

Which is coming towards me

I’m a dread head young nigga from Tennessee

Bet I beat beat beat

Bust on walls, she a freak

Watch her speak, she a goddess, yes a queen, yes a queen

What it was, I don’t give a fuck

Stand up for your people it don’t matter blue or blood

Please don’t stay afloat even if it ever flood

Diamonds on my motherfuckin' body and they love

Aye, what the fuck, I don’t give a fuck

Drop the whole party then I left off in a bus

What the fuck, I don’t give a fuck

Drop the whole party then I left off in a bus