Lyrics With My Fye - Chris Travis

With My Fye

Walk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nHe was off when they arrived\nRun up on me boy you fried\nThought he would lose but he tried\nNow he sit facing the sky\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nHe was off when they arrived\nRun up on me boy you fried\nThought he would lose but he tried\nNow he sit facing the sky\nWalk in this bitch we on hickory hill\nAin’t from the city, that boy from the\nHop in the booth and I give you the chills\nAin’t backing down from no nigga, we kill\nBullet to bullets this shit be for real\nI prolly spend me a couple of mil'\nGot that shit back and I stacked it for real\nI couldn’t believe it that shit felt surreal\nI’m 'bout some money, can’t sit round and chill\nI’m sippin' pink, boy yo' shit looking teal\nSend that shit back boy you know that ain’t real\nAy, ay\nI’m in this bitch and you know that I’m loaded\nGotta stay focused and keep shit in motion\nThese niggas hate but they cannot control it\nFuck out my way bitch, I run through no loafin'\n300 spot is we ready, no fightin'\nFry out the beef and we turn into bison\nOMB nigga that’s where I resided\nShit on my mind, I can’t do shit but write it\nSlap me a nigga think that I’m Mike Tyson\nEating organic this shit ain’t from Tyson\nDroppin' her panties, she see that I like it\nKick her ass out once I’m done bitch no wifin'\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nHe was off when they arrived\nRun up on me boy you fried\nThought he would lose but he tried\nNow he sit facing the sky\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nWalk in the club with my fye\nHe was off when they arrived\nRun up on me boy you fried\nThought he would lose but he tried\nNow he sit facing the sky