Travis Hunter

(It's a Wayne beat)

Ha, haha

I ain't Travis Hunter

I'll be damned a bitch treat me like Travis Hunter

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, I ain't Travis Hunter

I don't want no gold-digging bitch, I ain't Travis Hunter

You sit outside the club while your bitch party, must be Travis Hunter

You keep on finding out what your bitch doing, must be Travis Hunter

Thought we weren't gonna find out about you shaking ass this summer

Yeah, we seen all them videos

How you tryna play it crazy to me? Like for real though

If you weren't going in the party, why you still went? (Shit)

Bitch had a good winter but a bad summer

Call of Duty Warzone, I got a Pack-A-Puncher

Ayy, she do to— alright

She do too much, I mig— ah, shit

She do too much, I think I might as well leave the ho

I told my **** leave his bitch, he think he need the ho

Count my first M like, alright, now I need some more

Bitch love you when you rich but end up leaving when you broke

Why you tryna tell me about some shit that I don't need to know?

I can tell you about some shit about your bitch that you don't know

Everybody knew she was a ho, I'm like how you don't know?

Your bitch was in the party by herself, I'm like "Why you ain't go?" (Why you ain't go)

Bitch used the oldest trick in the book and he fell for it (Fell for it)

My **** caught a B and died, I hope he ain't go to hell for it

My **** got caught with some dope and went to jail for it

This bitch got a bed, but she ain't got no headboard

Ayy, you gotta take three steps ahead like a chessboard

My **** died, he loved the hood he used to live for

I know a— mmm

Ayy, my **** died on the block, he used to kill for

My **** blind, when he get cat, he gotta feel for it

Mmm

Ayy, I swear I love that PLR, I got a feel for it

My **** keep falling out, but they still boys