Highdration - Chris Travis

Bitch I’m chilling

Where the water at?

Come into my water

You will die from my shark attack

Rap niggas try to, but they never make it back

Touch down, touch down, rap game running back

Break a nigga ribs

Hit stick to your fucking chest

Say they hard body

What the mean if I’m in your flesh?

Pump to your stomach

Make a weak nigga reminisce

Fell in love with her cause her pussy had a magic scent

Chris fucking Travis

Thank the lord that I’m heaven sent

I’ll turn a porn star out

Make her celibate

Smoking backwoods got her higher than a pelican

You a lame nigga, yes the opposite of relevant

I’m the same nigga, still grinding for my relatives

Now I eat at places with good proper etiquette

Send them bricks over

Yeah them bricks of that medicine

Feeling kinda sick, I’mma need a dose of high-tech

Bitch watch out, I’mma need a bout five steps

I don’t wanna love you, I’m in love with my self

Not worried about you, only worried about my health

All up in my business, concerned of my wealth

Bitch I’m the best

Nothing more, nothing less

Tell a bitch king me, like I’m on a game of chess

And she give me great head but on to the next

Play for games with my squad

But I ain’t done yet

Pussy