Travis Isaiah - Friedbrain.

Hit it like, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hold up, huh
Y'all niggas talk for the fuck of it, huh
Y'all niggas faking McLovin' it, huh
It's funny these white boys be lovin' it, huh
It's all good until y'all in cuffs and shit, huh
You say you legit when the hammer spit, huh
You said we best move when that Uzi hit, huh
Travis hit triple with no assist
When y'all drop Travis not bumping it
I had to switch up the alias, just to show it ain't no faking us
The only way niggas is playing us, is through the airways or your cellular
If you is not fam and I'm trying to fuck, them little bitch hop on my radius, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hold up, aye
They only give niggas the credit, huh
When God decide to roll credits
Shawty trippin' but I ain't gon' sweat it
It ain't it workin' love, let's just forget it
Let's go
Oh well shit don't last forever, huh
Maybe next season be better, huh
She had me like Mike workin' overtime
What I look like chasing while I'm in my prime
Can't be a slave to the gimmicks, no
Don't give a fuck how you feelin', whoa
Grown niggas acting like children, huh
Y'all niggas painted a villain, huh
No bitch I'm not in the meal ticket, huh
Escort yourself out my business, huh
Get it like, huh
Get it like, huh
Get it like, huh
Hold up, wait
Y'all niggas talk for the fuck of it, huh
Y'all niggas faking McLovin' it, huh
It's funny these white boys be lovin' it, huh
It's all good until y'all in cuffs and shit, huh
You say you legit when the hammer spit, huh
You said we best move when that Uzi hit, huh
Travis hit triple with no assist
When y'all drop Travis not bumping it
I had to switch up the alias, just to show it ain't no faking us
The only way that you is playing us, is through the airways or your cellular
If you is not fam and I'm trying to fuck, them little bitch hop on my radius, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hit it like, huh
Hit it like, huh
Gone

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Travis Lane

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