"Travis Barker" lyrics
Travis Barker, crazy with that stick
Bet she ride me crazy on this dick
Her face done went crazy with his whips
308, get called up for a blitz
You deserve a yacht, baby, listen
Caught up in a jam, it's time to bleed
I've been on and off with these riches
Brand new out the box, hold a fifty
Say less
Yeah, them steppers talk
A two weeks walking off of Adderall
Yeah, we pop these pills, they not for sale at all
I'm in Chrome Heart, let me wash these bodies off
Conley Road, baby, trapping, selling sauce
Scopes on the blickies, we on helicopters
Margiela, bitch, I let Chanel bought her
Oh, you trust your bitch? Let me put her on camera
I get the paper and put on his head like some dandruff
So many bags at the spot, call me Santa
My nigga spinning off a wheel, I need answers
Travis Barker, crazy with that stick
Bet she ride me crazy on this dick
Her face done went crazy with his whips
308, get called up for a blitz
You deserve a yacht, baby, listen
Caught up in a jam, it's time to bleed
I've been on and off with these riches
Brand new out the box, hold a fifty
Money real talk, stack it higher than a midget
360, boy, I send them coming blay blay till they dizzy
Bet that ho eat dick and balls, nigga, that's no kizzy
Nigga soft skirt, why they claim they from the trenches?
Ain't from New York, but that Glock got a glizzy
20k for the outfit, man, I'm rocking till it's frizzy, yeah
Cut the bag up, the night shift smelling like some chitlins
Treat these nigga like bitches, pull up on them, then we hit it
Travis Barker, crazy with that stick
Bet she ride me crazy on this dick
Her face done went crazy with his whips
308, get called up for a blitz
You deserve a yacht, baby, listen
Caught up in a jam, it's time to bleed
I've been on and off with these riches
Brand new out the box, hold a fifty
Bet she ride me crazy on this dick
Her face done went crazy with his whips
308, get called up for a blitz
You deserve a yacht, baby, listen
Caught up in a jam, it's time to bleed
I've been on and off with these riches
Brand new out the box, hold a fifty
Say less
Yeah, them steppers talk
A two weeks walking off of Adderall
Yeah, we pop these pills, they not for sale at all
I'm in Chrome Heart, let me wash these bodies off
Conley Road, baby, trapping, selling sauce
Scopes on the blickies, we on helicopters
Margiela, bitch, I let Chanel bought her
Oh, you trust your bitch? Let me put her on camera
I get the paper and put on his head like some dandruff
So many bags at the spot, call me Santa
My nigga spinning off a wheel, I need answers
Travis Barker, crazy with that stick
Bet she ride me crazy on this dick
Her face done went crazy with his whips
308, get called up for a blitz
You deserve a yacht, baby, listen
Caught up in a jam, it's time to bleed
I've been on and off with these riches
Brand new out the box, hold a fifty
Money real talk, stack it higher than a midget
360, boy, I send them coming blay blay till they dizzy
Bet that ho eat dick and balls, nigga, that's no kizzy
Nigga soft skirt, why they claim they from the trenches?
Ain't from New York, but that Glock got a glizzy
20k for the outfit, man, I'm rocking till it's frizzy, yeah
Cut the bag up, the night shift smelling like some chitlins
Treat these nigga like bitches, pull up on them, then we hit it
Travis Barker, crazy with that stick
Bet she ride me crazy on this dick
Her face done went crazy with his whips
308, get called up for a blitz
You deserve a yacht, baby, listen
Caught up in a jam, it's time to bleed
I've been on and off with these riches
Brand new out the box, hold a fifty
