Travis Kel-Tec lyrics

[Verse 1]
pus*y why you talkin’, but ain’t talkin’ to my face? (To my face)
I just do it how I do, ignore ‘em, roll and smoke the stank
What the f*ck that label offerin’? I don’t want it, f*ck it mane (f*ck it mane)
sh*t, my bank account already got a couple hundred K (Yeah)
Hundred b*tches, hundred bodies, hundred dollars on a meal (Yeah)
f*ckers b*tchin’ ‘bout my business, y’all ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ da real (Wit' da real, yeah)
Hundred licks, a hundred hundreds, 10K to pay the bills
f*ck a flick, don’t take no pic, ‘cause I don’t show up in the reel

[Chorus]
Rollin’ dope erryday, puffin’ on that mary jane (Marry jane)
Holy broke, you a hoe, nothin’ but some pocket change
On the road, f*ck a show, rather drown up in the James (Yeah, yeah)
Love the 4, f*ck the coast, in the forest where I stay (Forest, yeah, yeah)
Stayin’ broke all you know, pus*y muhf*cker (Lil’ b*tch)
Grey done glowed, where they go? sh*t, mane f*ck ‘em (Mane f*ck 'em)
Stayin’ broke all you know, pus*y muhf*cker (Lil’ b*tch)
Grey done glowed, where they go? sh*t, mane f*ck ‘em (Mane f*ck ‘em)

[Verse 2]
To-to-tote up on that cookie cutter wit’ a laser beam
Moses how I’m burnin’ bushes I be blazin’ tree (Yeah)
Got the game in the bag, finna take a knee (What?)
Down set, 5.7 hollows at yo team (Yeah, ey, ey, ey)
Call me Travis Kel-Tec, I’m really Swift wit’ all my straps
I’m gon’ ring that Bell b*tch, I pull that Drake, extend that mag
You gon’ take this L b*tch, a whole damn strip you off them tabs
I don’t need to sell sh*t, but I be sick without my trap
Made that flip, I need that bag, meet at that corner store
A-A-A-A-A-ATM ain’t got no cash, hoe better turn around (Skrrt)
Hit my sh*t, I block yo’ ass, you can’t shop no more (You can’t shop no more)
You complainin’, steady fakin’, y’all ain’t changin’, pus*y
Stay the same you ain’t sh*t, boy, ‘bout 28 but you act child
What the f*ck you gon’ say, boy? Want the smoke, but you act mild
Glock hangin’ that di*k out, that ain’t what you been ‘bout
Step down when I step ‘round, go ten rounds wit’ my Tec now
[Chorus]
Rollin’ dope erryday, puffin’ on that mary jane (Marry jane)
Holy broke, you a hoe, nothin’ but some pocket change
On the road, f*ck a show, rather drown up in the James (Yeah, yeah)
Love the 4, f*ck the coast, in the forest where I stay (Forest, yeah, yeah)
Stayin’ broke all you know, pus*y muhf*cker (Lil’ b*tch)
Grey done glowed, where they go? sh*t, mane f*ck ‘em (Mane f*ck 'em)
Stayin’ broke all you know, pus*y muhf*cker (Lil’ b*tch)
Grey done glowed, where they go? sh*t, mane f*ck ‘em (Mane f*ck ‘em)