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The Hook Says It All

by Chris Travis

[Verse 1]
Buncha grams in the duffel b*tch
Growin up all I knew was the hustle b*tch
Did alota f*ck sh*t for the fun of it
Street n*gga since a youngin' been I been running it
Talk sh*t then my homies get to gunnin' sh*t
Real talk we ain't neva f*cking running b*tch
Need the drugs
Need the money need alot of it
They say life is a gamble but I gotta hit
Buncha zips in the trunk gotta take a trip
I Did alotta flips, I know gymnastics
I gotta good girl yeah she's a bad b*tch
Yeah hella bad b*tch, I don't do average
I got them grams stashed up in the cabinets
Sticky ass sh*t gotta wrap it in the plastic
Mel Gibson play the game like a maverick
n*ggas wanna cheat they can get there f*cking ass kicked

[Hook]
cause imma bad guy
yeah imma motherf*cking bad guy [x2]

[Verse 2]
Alota n*ggas don't like me
Cause I cause controversy like Spike Lee
Had a couple thousand in the Nike
Had a couple hundred in the Reebok
Ya'll reign gonna stop n*gga ours not
smoking on that venom call it [?]
Can't wait to pull-up in the car lot
Drop dirty money on a baby blue suede top
n*ggas crazy, thinking that they hot
b*tch I'm buzzin but I'm working like a day job
Doing shows n*ggas hating cause they not
And all my n*ggas on a roll like a state cop
Flame never gonna die we gon stay hot
Got that California Love like Tupac
You only get one life not two shots
b*tch imma dog but I stay with a cute fox

[Hook]

Cause she like how I'm living