Reflections (Intro)

By Chris Travis

On Side Effects EP

Released on February 13, 2013

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[Intro: Criminal Manne & Chris Travis]

Bitch, you want it, right?

Glock, Glock—

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green ('Cause I know it)

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glock

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green (I'm gettin' high too, bitch)

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glo-Glock


[Verse 1: Chris Travis]

Why the fuck these niggas bitching? Blame it on some bitches

Money on my mind, and my mind on the riches

Gotta watch my back; can't let the devil get me

And I ain't never been scared 'cause I know God with me

Chris Travis be a mortal angel, God sent me

Blunt in my hand, with a shot of dark whiskey

I'ma let that bullshit slide

One hundred rounds in the trunk, we will let it ride

Nigga do you wanna die?

Or would you rather be paralyzed?

Lately, I been fucked up mentally

Please forgive me for hurting bitch niggas physically

Fuck niggas can't get to me

Your girl ain't at home cause that bitch with me

Let that bitch breathe


[Chorus: Chris Travis]

Staying true to myself, fuck everybody

Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody

Staying true to myself, fuck everybody

Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody

Staying true to myself, fuck everybody

Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody

Staying true to myself, fuck everybody

Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody


[Verse 2: Chris Travis]

Never do you wrong, always keep it real

Is it right to die, or is it right to kill?

Because I don't really know how to feel

Under pressure, all bitch niggas do is squeal

Heart dropping, eyes stopping, that's a stand still

Bitch nigga I'm on the kill

So nigga gon' try your luck

One time we'll fuck you up

I leave your soul with the doves

Now killing always ain't the choice

But motherfucker I still won't show remorse

Come and beat your ass while you on the porch

Then light up my blunt with a torch

And speed off in my '99 Ford

It's all good, cause I ain't have to use my sword

Bitch nigga, fuck bitch nigga!


[Outro: Criminal Manne]

Glock, Glock—

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glock

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green

Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glo-Glock