Cream Of The Crop - Chris Travis

Hit that bitch, I’m a boss

Ain’t got time for no thought

Bitch I live like Rick Ross

Keep the back, connect the dots

Never let a nigga cross, get the cream of the crop

Bitch I feel like and you know I’ma shoot my shot (bitch)

Dammit she ugly and look like a

Pull up my body, she forward

These niggas can’t even rap took a height

I murder shit and I don’t say goodbye

Fuck all your hatin', my hands to the sky

Want me to fall but too bad I can fly

I might break a discuss and my beat took you high

But it hit to your gallera, eat it like pie

I’m a pilot in a cockpit when I spit these moshpits

Cooked out her nauseous, told her drink with caution

Nigga you is not dis', cook you like some biscuit

Nigga I be walkin', all I know is foreign shit

I top flouring with my current

I’m a extra cool

I got truth, not in mood, thought I’ll let you know

Catch you smilin' in my face extra small

I break rules, make calls, shoutout Mexico

Tell that bitch, drink this water, flowin' on sorrow

Drink it out the bottle while the boys be your army

Trapped up in

Ready to harm shit

Niggas so harmless, stay on my own shit

I got image on display

I’m a monster out of cage

Hit your motherfucking face

Bitch I feel like Johnny Cage

Leave you shredded in a lake

Pussyboy don’t wanna fade

Let my power penetrate to his mothefucking face