Lyrics Perchin - Chris Travis

Perchin

«Turn up bitch»
Hello?
God father Kenshin speaking nigga
«Aye bruh, I need you to turn up on these niggas bruh»
You want what?
«You heard me fool
Nigga you heard what the fuck I said, bruh»
You don’t want shit bitch, bye
«Aight, it’s all good»
You ain’t talking 'bout no mothafuckin' cash nigga
Fuck off my line nigga
All that bullshit you talking nigga
All that tweet you tweeting nigga
All them tweets nigga, fuck you bruh
I’m tryna' live my life, why these niggas acting tough
We so live in the M, you don’t need that action bruh
Pull off in that muscle, leave your skinny ass dragging wet
I don’t ever waste my time for some shit I’m gon' destroy
Chopper on my fucking side, tell your niggas to deploy
Or I’mma turn your weak ass into a fucking story
I’m so mothafuckin' clutch, from the three I’m Robert Horry
All your hoes wanna fuck, but them hoes can’t afford me
Catch me in the fuckin' back, I’m just smoking rolling sacks
If a nigga talk shit light him up with a match
All my niggas like lions, all they know is to attack
Heard your new song was wack, heard your last tape was trash
I’m a blunt smoking nigga, turn your soul into some ash
Then pour it back out on your cougery past
Man this rap game is trippin', I’mma need some competition
I’mma turn a damn artist into a damn listener
Fuck a nigga mean, you is looking at a king
I’ll turn your life story right into a wet dream
Why these niggas hate me, why these rappers hate me
Guess I’m getting to the money on the scene lately
Man I been so high, all these niggas talking shit
I’m a legend in disguise, I’m a Memphis misfit
Bad bitches on my dick, money moves on my list
Broke ass house niggas really talk a lot of shit
I been moving to the work, I been out here smoking purp
While you sitting at the house, watching porn tryna' jerk
I ain’t even going to lie I kinda beat my dick too
But only when I’m busting on your bitch house shoes
See, I can turn up, I advise you too
Man these niggas can’t rap better get on YouTube bitch
I’m a pitbull and this beat dog food
Everything you say is lame better erase your pro-tools
I’ve been tryna' keep calm but I got an attitude
If you sneak dissing me, tell your team find a tomb
I been tryna' clear my head, I been tryna' make my bread
Move the fuck up out the way, I fear nothing I’m never scared
Perch shit nigga
Yeah I’m in this mothafucka' perchin nigga
Fuck you niggas mean bruh
Chris mothafuckin' Travis bruh
Ya’ll ain’t gotta understand me nigga I’m misunderstood
But it’s all good, ya’ll gon' respect me nigga