Comin Thru - Chris Travis

Faking these bitches my heart is cold

Breaking the system off, paid, I know

Tryna deriver your thinking I’m

Take your life and your liver for taking my dough

and brutal they already know

It’s a curse and a gift like a lock and a code

Coldhearted soldiers I’m locked and I’m loaded

You niggas ain’t booming you niggas is bogus

Bitches be tryna get over and over

But I am a king so it ain’t no over

Colder than swords on your lip in the open

I pull up on

She’s not my wife, but that bitch is a forty

My soul is so lifted I have no emotions

Fuck what you sayin' my nigga you

These bitches be fine, they lovin' my ride

She pull in my

I would not lie, I would not lie

Fuck it promise I lied

20 on 5's, 20 on 5 bands

Like hop in my ride, because of the sky

Where you niggas be drive

Hop in my ride

Sparkles been light up inside

Niggas be fakin' they pride

Bitches so fake they just hit it two sides

Fucking your nigga while you was outside

Karma a bitch but fuck it I like her

Sponsored by Nike I do it

My hand on my dick as I pulled out to ride it

Take weight off your shoulder like you on a diet