The Uprise

Ching
Niggas playing with me
Ching
Ski, ski, ski, ski
Aye, aye, bitch
Ski, ski, ski, ski
Aye, ching
Ski, woo, woo, bitches
Ching, ching, ching

I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap extra close
I ain't tryna hurt your feelings, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, then she send your ass home
I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap extra close
I ain't tryna hurt your feelings, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, then she send your ass home

All my niggas love money and that's all that I condone
All my bitches love me, so niggas leave me alone
All these broke niggas hating, why it's all on me?
Guess they mad cause my dick poke they bitch ovaries
I ain't fucking with the gov, they can't get a hold of me
I be posted underground, serving on the lowkey
Coming straight out of Memphis, smoking Cali OG
Niggas always assume, but they don't really know me
20 Racks on the show and I put that on me

I ain't going through discussion, consult my brodies
Tattoos on my wrist, fuck a damn Rollie
I don't need to know the time cause I sip it slowly
Bitch, it's time for the money every second of my life
Thanking God everyday cause I know I ain't living right
But I gotta feed the fam, so I sin through the night

Bagging all these damn grams, watching All Souls In Sight
Bumping Webbie G shit, looking good, feeling right
Let your bitch suck me up, man, I call her parasite

Ever since that damn day, she been calling left and right
Chris motherfucking Travis take your bitch on a bike

I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap extra close
I ain't tryna hurt your feelings, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, then she send your ass home
I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap extra close
I ain't tryna hurt your feelings, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, then she send your ass home

5 Grams in the blunt, fuck it, rolled a quarter
I'm tryna get high, got anxiety disorder

Niggas fucking tripping, I might have to place they order
And that's word to Lil B, Chef Boy, your ass in water

Fuck you niggas saying? Boy, I'm something like a Carter
I'm a motherfucking beast, boy, that's something you can't bother
You can play hard, but bitch, I'ma play smarter
Fat cigar in my mouth, Chris Travis, the Godfather
Man, I got these bitches hot every time they hear my voice
Plant a seed in her mouth and leave her pussy wet and moist
Send my bitch out on the job, we call that a decoy
She gon' be your rat distraction while we take your cheese, boy
Then after you fuck, best believe she bleed, boy
You should not trust a ho with 20 inch weave, boy

Chris motherfucking Travis, he a clever thief, boy
And these niggas wanna invest, but my thoughts ain't cheap, boy