Back At It - Chris Travis

Boy I’m back at it, bitch I’m back at it

Give em cinemax, then I run back at em

Got a big quote, throw it right at 'em

Bitches niggas hoes, tryna get close

I can’t fuckin' go, gotta do my thang

Still switchin' lanes, knew a cop, knew a brain

Still stay true to name, don’t matter how deep in the game

Still pack with it, still pack cities

Big bands 50, have you lookin' silly

Bitch my foot down, still steppin' on 'em

I don’t look down, I’m high as heaven on 'em

Watch me pour a drop, I can’t talk to cops

Even if he good, I’m quiet like a fox

I know they play the game, can’t take me out my spot

I know these niggas hate, that’s why I gotta watch

Shit, nigga still in the M

Niggas hate in my city cause I don’t even fuck with them

Niggas still spark the woods, every mothafuckin' day

Bitch lets get that understood nigga

Thought you had my back, bitch I got my own back

And I’m always in attack, watchin all my fuckin' racks

Watchin' out for fuckin' snakes, I’m a lion in a jungle and you lookin' like

bait

Take a cleat to yo' face, have a seat, you get sprayed

Tryna ride, but you hate

Cause I made it out the way

Bitch I stay up out the way

You

Bitch nigga run up and get hit

Shut up yo' throat will get slit

Droppin' that bitch and till

I’m known to

She probably under my

I’m probably chasin' a mill, bitch