Resurrection (Prod. By Willie G)

Resurrection (Prod. By Willie G) - Chris Travis

You don't want a race

I'm wild and I sleep in that Bape

Hit it like she cannot face

Your b**ch is out of my taste

Just to go get me a wraith

Hop in that b**ch it just stank

Make her remember my face

I know these niggas be hatin'

I came and I kicked down the door

That little boy think he cold

I might just pick yo your hoe

Never that cause she a hoe

Law

I'm a beast but I always feel excited

I make music that make niggas want to fight b**ch

Walk up in this b**ch and all I hear is silence

It's been inside me I just had a chance to find it

Now I found it and I can't f**king hide it

Make a all ni**a need is time b**ch

And I divide and conquer but they can't find me

She put my dick on her lips

I keep my head I don't slip

All of these people ain't real

I gotta' handle my biz'

Her p**sy sweeter than brisk

I had to get it up quick

Ni**a I'm never gon' quit

Give a f**k if you don't like me

Shout out your b**ch because she me

She wanna' f**k

Walk in the with a rifle

Boy I'm higher that flight club

In my hair like I'm Michael

Little b**ch she was a slight dub

Outta' your mind and I won't cuff

Aye she put my dick out like a disc

Boy I'm a man I don't diss

And I water the world it's f**king lightning ing

Your b**ch on wellcare you think she skyping me

And I need two redbones but I don't buy em'

Boy I get on that stage it's a recital

And yeah they know my words like I did ridalin

I see you envy but where your title at

Walking through the mount' I ain't never scared

Your b**ch got the fire she got that super head

I pull up to the hood then get some turkey legs

I'm a young rich ni**a I was born with bread

I see these b**ch niggas hatin' cause they can't get it

Money's not for everybody how you can't hit it

I can't f**k a average b**ch man I didn't hit it

She was grabbin' for attention and I still dissed it