Stuck on the Couch (Intro) - Chris Travis

Now Ima' fuck all these hoes, Ima' smoke on my weed, I can give two fucks bout

whatchu niggas think

Real nigga in your face, pussy betta not blink

I drink this shit up if it’s purple or pink

As I slow this in my cup, I gather all of my thoughts

Time moving real fast, I’m moving slower than a sloth

Tell the niggas fuck with me, I’m comin' straight from the South

East side of the M where this real nigga found

If you niggas got ah problem gon' and bring ya ass down

God damn I’m sick and tired of these mothafucken clowns, Ima have to paint em

up since that’s what they about

Hide some mothafucken secrets, hide in yo damn house

But ima keep it real, long as you shutcho' mouth

Poppin' pills, gettin' trippy at my grandmothers house

Boy you better keep up, think I kinda slowed you down

Like you want some mixed pills and you po’d up an ounce