Lyrics Comin Thru - Chris Travis

Comin Thru

Faking these bitches my heart is cold
Breaking the system off, paid, I know
Tryna deriver your thinking I’m
Take your life and your liver for taking my dough
and brutal they already know
It’s a curse and a gift like a lock and a code
Coldhearted soldiers I’m locked and I’m loaded
You niggas ain’t booming you niggas is bogus
Bitches be tryna get over and over
But I am a king so it ain’t no over
Colder than swords on your lip in the open
I pull up on
She’s not my wife, but that bitch is a forty
My soul is so lifted I have no emotions
Fuck what you sayin' my nigga you
These bitches be fine, they lovin' my ride
She pull in my
I would not lie, I would not lie
Fuck it promise I lied
20 on 5's, 20 on 5 bands
Like hop in my ride, because of the sky
Where you niggas be drive
Hop in my ride
Sparkles been light up inside
Niggas be fakin' they pride
Bitches so fake they just hit it two sides
Fucking your nigga while you was outside
Karma a bitch but fuck it I like her
Sponsored by Nike I do it
My hand on my dick as I pulled out to ride it
Take weight off your shoulder like you on a diet