Travis Scott Lyrics

JACKBOYS 2 (2025) - Travis Scott (with JACKBOYS)

JB2 RADIO lyrics - JACKBOYS

You're now listening to KJB2 (JACKBOYS)

Stay tuned for more (You must see it to believe it)

Talkin' 'bout Screw and candy paint, swangers and drank

It's, you, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah)

And we tellin' them, "This is where it's goin'" (Mhm)

Like, this is, this is what's happenin', we're, we're the next city to blow

We got the lifestyle, the night scene, we got everybody, everything

And this is the album that will explain it to people (Yeah)

CHAMPAIN & VACAY lyrics - Travis Scott & Don Toliver

Brick Squad

Travis, Waka, Scott, Flocka, Flame

Mm, mm

Mm

This shit get intergalactic (Yeah, Flocka)

Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (No way, yup)

She wanna go hard in the damn paint (Flocka, yeah)

Let me see you go hard just for me, babe

Can you go hard? (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Squad (Squad)

(North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange—)

Baow, baow, Flocka

Back and I'm causin' a stir

How the fuck I got the drink out in Europe? Shawty keep twistin' her hair (Baow, baow, baow)

She wanna see how the— hah, hah, she wanna see how the JACKBOYS move (Flex, baow, brr)

Spit on the mic, baby, check, one, two (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)

Couple of killers, I'm flyin' a private, I ain't even gotta go check my tool (Flocka)

Like what's up? What's up? What's up with niggas?

They wonder why I don't wan' fuck with niggas

Remember when they wouldn't fuck with niggas

I changed the city from all that I know (Baow, baow)

I'm tryna bring a Grammy to the Mo

Soon as she see me, she open her throat

Call her Little Caesars, she hot, hot, and ready to go (Rollin')

I don't like turnin' up none of my hoes

Shit that I hit, niggas never would know

You not my shit, that's twinski

Fuck me good, get an AMG Benzki or a brand-new Lambski (Ski)

Niggas be prayin' they turn me down, whole time, nigga, I been geeked (JACKBOYS 2, squad)

Yeah, hittin' your bitch whole time you been sleep

Walked in LV, ten chains, feelin' like a nigga just walked in ten deep (Yeah, JACKBOYS 2)

Yeah, man, I swear these old niggas kill me (Baow, baow)

Know my YNs feel me (Baow, baow, baow)

They just want the real me, yeah

Blue Bugatti, I'm dodgin' TMZ (Baow, baow)

Made a hundred off pushin' T's (Baow, baow, baow)

Now my phone on DND, yeah

I just made her pay the fee

I just made her stay for keeps

Ridin' shit, it never leaks

You know how many T's I— psh

This shit get intergalactic

Then like the ski lifts, take these bitches to Aspen

Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (Flex)

She wanna go hard in the damn paint (You know, Flocka)

Let me see you go hard for me, babe

Can you go hard? (Squad)

Paul and them, Paul and Juicy and them was the last niggas to fly

'Cause they was not goin' nowhere without it

And when the goddamn Excursion came, that was, nigga, that was it for them

They damn sure wasn't flyin', 'cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want

They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks

Weed, liquor, all that shit

All in one motherfuckin' truck, nigga

2000 EXCURSION lyrics - JACKBOYS & Travis Scott

And when the goddamn Excursion came, that was- nigga, that was it for them

They damn sure wasn't flying 'cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want

They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks, weed, liquor, all that shit

All in one motherfuckin' truck, nigga

Fye (Yeah)

Fye

Ayy, ayy, what?

2000 Excursion (Whip it), forty for a bird (Bird, yeah)

Tryna hit the Booby, bitch, just say the word (Don't say it)

Peeped it for my brother first, it's the early bird, ayy (Brr, yeah, woo)

Ayy (Woo), ayy (Woo, brr), ayy (What's up? Yeah)

I don't get the bag (Woo), get the duff' (Woo)

My baby can't do me enough (Bitch)

The best, they pourin' me up

No plastic (Uh), Styrofoam cup

I'm on the Southside whippin' the truck (Skrrt)

On tracks, not givin' a fuck (Skrrt)

On wax, not givin' a fuck (Woo, fuck)

Like JELEEL!, not givin' a fuck, yeah (Woo)

He sleep with a Spanish bitch in the club

Bro knowin' Spanglish, that's good enough (Ah)

We took an hour out of the after-hours just to fuck up all the ones

I got a bunch, you ain't doin' brunch

I got a front that ain't gotta front

I put a blunt in a blunt

Make it last tonight

Before you pass me by (Woo, woo)

Hey, I'm tryna see sum', Sheck see sum'

Go crazy while you out with the JACK' right now

Gang-gang-gang on the block with the drop

Still tryna flip that pack right now

I'm tryna see somersault, hit the vault

I'm tryna see some' jump right now

We cause a scene with the team

You know it's a panic every time that the JACK' touch down (Bitch, yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna hit it, see a vertebrae (Oww, woo, oww)

I got hoes on salary from Sydney out to Paraguay (Woo)

Gotta pay a passage, baby, you can't be no stow away (Yeah)

You can't bring that baggage on this voyage, just take a dose a day (Yeah)

You obey me, do what I say (Woo)

I score goals like Pelé, Zizou, Ginola, Galatasaray

I gotta just stay out while they play Marvin Gaye and sip Chardonnay (Bitch)

I touch down all over the map (Mm), my bitch a dog, my bitch a brat

She send the stacks

Make it last tonight (Yeah)

Before you pass me by (Yeah)

Make it last tonight (Yeah), before you pass me by

(Before you pass me by, what's goin' on?)

Late night in the alleyway, car's parked in the corner (Yeah)

(Everytime that I touch down)

I been waitin' three hours, I been waitin' on ya (Yeah)

(JACK' touchdown)

JACKBOYS in Texas, JACKBOYS in California (Yeah)

Woah, it was nice to know ya, uh

When the JACK' touch down (Hey)

I'm tryna see sum', Sheck see sum', go crazy (Yeah)

I'm tryna see sum', Sheck see sum', go crazy, hey

Back in the mix, you fell through when we fell

You dipped from somewhere else

Lit for someone else

Ridin' with my straps on, I'm not really by myself

Hand on my belt

Price on my health

Crackin' the seal, guess I sip by myself

Ten different Chanels on this trip

So why am I still trippin' on myself?

Ayy, ayy, what?

2000 Excursion (Ha), forty for a bird (Bird)

Tryna hit the Booby, bitch, just say the word (Don't say it)

Peeped it for my brother first (Ah), it's the early bird (Brr)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Brr), ayy, what's up? (Yeah)

KICK OUT lyrics - Travis Scott

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

JACKBOYS 2 (Yeah)

Come up out that watch (Yee)

Come up out that bracelet (Yee, yee)

Don't buck, nigga (Yee)

Gon' be ketchup all on the walls

Pussy

If this shit get complicated, you get kicked out

Like I ain't got no place to stay, yeah, I circ' out (Yeah, I circ' out)

Ayy, that red Malibu, Roberta packed it like a Shelby

Cuzzo ten, bustin' stains, swappin' stereos

I oblige, bumpin' Mary (Bumpin' Mary)

Merry Christmas 'round this bitch, wasn't really merry (Shit was scary)

Halloween like every day, more ordinary, okay

Platinum slugs and princess cuts for the tooth fairy, okay

Only time we seen results was watchin' Jerry (Jerry, Jerry)

Only time I seen a lake was watchin' Ricki (On God), okay

Bronem sleepin' with them sticks 'cause it get sticky (Brr, brr, it get sticky)

We brought magic to the stu' 'cause it get tricky (I get tricky)

Had to violate the strip, yeah, come and get me (It's litty)

They done ran out of George, we throwin' Benjis (Throwin' hunchos, it's lit)

All this sauce, I'm makin' cheese like Jon and Vinny's (21), cousin Vinny

All these gold flakes on my couch, I think I'm Lenny (The Roc)

Now we bus 'em to the lake, I think I'm Jenny (Down the block)

Seen the wrist, turned to results from pushin' pennies (That's on Jacques)

Only book that's in my crib is the Guinness (Straight up, straight up)

How long can these records spin? 'Til infinity (Err-ah, on God)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (21, 21)

If this shit get complicated, you get kicked out

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Go, go, go

Like I ain't got no place to stay, yeah, I circ' out

(Go, go, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go

Woo, woo, woo, woo

Woo, woo, woo, woo (On the)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Like a bouncer)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Like a)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Think I drowned it)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Bring it)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Make an announcement)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah, she)

Fuck that bitch, leave that ho where I found her (I did)

Whole lot of paraphernalia on the counter (Yeah)

Kickin' game, kickin' niggas out like a bouncer (Yeah)

Caught him slippin', threw him in the water like a flounder (Pussy)

All this water on my wrist, I think I drowned it (Drowned, think I drowned it)

Out the country, yeah, I got the smoke, I'm bringin' ounces (Bring it)

Got niggas that'll kill for me if I make an announcement (Facts, make an announcement)

High as a kite, she just popped a pill, yeah, she downed it (Yeah)

Do what I like, she appeal to me 'cause how she bounce it (21, how she bounce)

Flew her out, turn her out, she was an out-of-towner (21)

Tan bitch, put her in the V, now she browner (Now she brown)

Turn her up, now she turnt up off of downers

(Vybz Kartel)

DUMBO lyrics - Travis Scott

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

Yeah

Man, let's go

Can't nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)

Tour and drop like I do (I)

Forty in a seven like I do (Seven)

'Caine, she sniff, she hachoo (Hachoo, let's go)

Still TEC pop when they try you (Woo)

Big toting, nothin' by you (It's lit)

Pristine cut out of the bayou (Skit)

That Oyster right on the dial (Oyst')

That marble right on the tile (Moist)

That body too great (Huh)

They private, then I fly you (Huh)

They whole 'fit did not style (Huh)

Took codeine, it's been a while (Huh)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Dummy)

I bet she goin' dumbo (That bitch a dummy)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Woo)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Straight up)

I bet she goin' dumbo

I bet she goin' dumb

Come on, let it fall to the waistline

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

Confetti, let it fall to your waistline

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

Right, right

Woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woo)

Shawty, she nice, shawty, she love the green, shawty, she like that white

Shawty geek mode, shawty geek-geek-geek mode, time to go get that flight

Tryna get home, tryna get right back home, know they gon' get me hype (Hype, hype)

Yeah, yeah, gotta sleep with one eye open

Can't trust her, she stolen, but I'm already in too much motion

That bitch tryna get her a promotion, twist my gas, pour my potion

Can't tell if I'm hot or cold, hip on fire, wrist on frozen

Don't know if she thick or slim, waist go in, ass explodin'

I just went up again, just popped ten, no ibuprofen

Back-to-back skin on skin, can I swim in this ocean?

That come-down no emotion, yeah, yeah

See, the whip ain't no regular body, the whip got a kit like BBL

One digit on back of the truck and she's backin' it up, no CDL

She with us, I say, "Who do you love?" And she tired of lust, I know she meant well

See the difference when you on this side, lil' baby, the truth ain't hard to tell

Chain on ice cream, can't melt, your nigga don't like me, oh, well

Ain't no peace prize, Nobel, no more gang-gang, cartel

Promise you it won't go well, shit get sticky, caramel

Say your prayers, farewell, body color of pastel

Come on, let it fall to the waistline

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

Can't nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)

Tour and drop like I do (Ah)

Forty in a seven like I do (Seven)

'Caine, she sniff, she hachoo (High, hachoo)

Still TEC pop when they try you (Woo)

Big toting, nothin' by you (It's lit)

Pristine cut out of the bayou (Skit)

That Oyster right on the dial (Oyst')

That marble right on the tile (Moist)

That body too great (Huh)

They private, then I fly you (Huh)

They whole 'fit did not style (Huh)

Took codeine, it's been a while (Huh)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Dummy)

I bet she goin' dumbo (That bitch a dummy)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Woo)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Straight up)

I bet she goin' dumbo

I bet she goin' dumb

Oyst'

MM3 lyrics - SoFaygo

Mm, like I said, this shit forever

Believe that

Yeah

Maison Margiela my shoes, Maison Margiela my— ayy (Bitch, bitch)

Saint Laurent my denim, Saint Laurent my swag (Brr)

Bitch, you can't keep up with 'em, that lil' nigga pop tag (Woo, bitch)

Yeah, you know a nigga got rocked, yeah, you know a nigga pop back (Okay, yeah)

I fell in love with the high (Yeah), I fell in love with the high (Bee, yeah)

You can't even look in my eye (Yeah), because you livin' a lie (Bitch)

I fell in love with the love (World), she fell in love with the life (Yeah)

Cartier came with two type (Two type), bitch, do you see what you like?

I know you been seen the hype, she wanna run and get right (Right)

You never wanna go back, know I treat you better, bae, please do not fight (Skrrt)

Tokyo Drift when I slide, I keep that hot shit on side (Blaow)

I live a wonderful life, bitch, you fucked, you tryna be sheisty (Fuck)

Is it 'cause I get fly like a byes? Is it 'cause of my nigga beside? (Bee)

Is it 'cause I've been out of my mind and I got all this sauce, and I don't even try?

Matter fact, I know Lord is my God (Yeah), and them racks gettin' bigger in size (Yeah)

When they tell me I'm never stop poppin', I just go and walk with that blue when I cry (Ho)

Maison Margiela my shoes, Maison Margiela my— ayy (Bitch, bitch)

Saint Laurent my denim, Saint Laurent my swag (Ooh, brr)

Bitch, you can't keep up with 'em, that lil' nigga pop tag (Woo, bitch)

Yeah, you know a nigga got rocked, yeah, you know a nigga pop back (Okay, yeah)

I fell in love with the high (Yeah), I fell in love with the high (Bee, yeah)

You can't even look in my eye (Yeah), because you livin' a lie (Bitch)

I fell in love with the love (World), she fell in love with the life (Yeah)

Cartier came with two type (Two type), bitch, do you see what you like?

Huh, I got the wave, woah

Huh, I made that bitch lose control

Uh, MM3, all of my clothes

Uh, I'ma go Maison the toes (Huh)

I make 'em sweat at my shows (What?)

And they keep bite all my flows (Let's go)

I'm with the gang, right or wrong (Yeah)

Bitch, you know money get long (Skrrt)

Fuck with me, you know that I'm gone (Skrrt)

I wake up and get fly like a drone (Huh)

On the road, I've been barely at home (Huh, what?)

Fuck that bad bitch, I've been in that zone (Huh)

Stars align, man, I feel like I'm chosen (What?)

I don't got time to kick with you hoes (Yeah)

I'm on mine and don't give me no more (Yeah, yeah)

When it's time and I'm ready for war (Yeah, oh)

Maison Margiela my shoes, Maison Margiela my— ayy (Bitch, bitch)

Saint Laurent my denim, Saint Laurent my swag (Ooh, brr)

Bitch, you can't keep up with 'em, that lil' nigga pop tag (Woo, bitch)

Yeah, you know a nigga got rocked, yeah, you know a nigga pop back (Okay, yeah)

I fell in love with the high (Yeah), I fell in love with the high (Bee, yeah)

You can't even look in my eye (Yeah), because you livin' a lie (Bitch)

I fell in love with the love (World), she fell in love with the life (Yeah)

Cartier came with two type (Two type), bitch, do you see what you like?

VELOUR lyrics - Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Niggas, man, used to be over at Mack, Mackadell crib, man

Wet, with no electricity, windows open

Eatin' cereal out the box, slapbox

(Alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, yeah)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, alright, woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Let bodies dropped, I'm bored (Woah)

Got two hoes in the mornin' (Dos)

I'm plugged in like the cord

Bad hoes you can't afford (Woo)

This shit here, I abort (Yeah)

This why I'm still on tour (Bitch)

I hit it 'til it's sore (Bitch), I'm the leader of the board (Board)

I'm gettin' down in the core

Don't give no fuck about floor seats (Yeah)

Got cash and I want some more (Some more)

She soft like my velour

Damn, damn (Yeah)

Holy moly, my bitch divine

She break the rules, I pay the fines (Yeah)

She got a Birk', then she one of mine (Bitch)

It made the cut, you was movin' out of line

Just like my hoes, can't waste no time

I'm a young nigga, got a lemon and lime fit

Thirty-eight thousand, I'm, fly, bitch (Woo)

Everything I touch like Midas (Let's go)

Put gold on all my dimes (Bitch)

Hardstone psychos by my side (Ow)

Bitch, my dogs, that's wrong or right

With all my boys pourin' mud on ice (Yeah, woah)

I love a bitch that blow my mind, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Say you gon' skeet it and not take flights to me no more

Oh, oh (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Let bodies dropped, I'm bored (Let's go)

Got two hoes in the mornin' (Okay)

I'm plugged in like the cord (Yeah)

Bad hoes you can't afford (Yeah)

This shit here, I abort (Bitch)

This why I'm still on tour (Yeah, bitch)

I hit it 'til it's sore (Yeah), I'm the leader of the board (Board)

I'm gettin' down in the core

Don't give no fuck about floor seats (Yeah)

Got cash and I want some more (Some more)

She soft like my velour (Woo)

Alright (Woo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Alright (Yeah)

Alright (Yeah)

CONTEST lyrics - Travis Scott & SoFaygo

Yeah

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest (Bitch)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Bitch)

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best (Bitch)

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests (Bitch)

Ayy, bitch, I'm courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified 'cause I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

Bitch, I'm antisocial, don't be talkin' (Talkin')

You a target, spin your block and park it (Bah, yeah)

Sippin' all this codeine, don't be coughin' (Ugh)

Move with caution, coroner gon' chalk it (Straight up)

I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest ('Test)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Impressed)

My lil' fine shit bad as fuck, face, ass pressed (Pressed)

I just paid a million for some shit I gotta test (Skrrt)

Yeah, I know they fiendin' still, but I got the fix

And you know it's never chill when I'm out the mix

We been runnin' lobbies, still floodin' out the pit

Puttin' this shit on, gettin' too real, my bitch takin' pics

I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos, I'm tryna get my medal

Young Jacques out the Meadow, came up off of riddles

Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin to

All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

Woo (Catch)

Let's go (Catch), yeah

Woo (Catch), yeah

Yeah (Catch), let's go

Ran up bands, it's not a contest

Couple bags, I ran up a check (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)

That's some shit you gotta respect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We don't do the shit that you expect (Yeah)

Hop in the 'Rari, then I fuck up the street

Diamonds on fleek and my lil' bitch elite

When we pull up, we gon' make 'em retreat

We 'bout to go animal, 'bout to go beast

Uh, you know they take out the bank, huh

Fuck 'round and pop out a tank, yeah

You know my gas, it be dank, uh

I might just fuck 'round and blank (Woah)

I don't see nothin' but that pape', I gotta get it up (Yeah)

Told her, "As soon as I land, I need you to eat me up" (Yeah)

In this black truck, you can't see, I got the windows up (Yeah)

Told the driver hit the gas, I almost spilled my cup

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that bitch yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

ILMB lyrics - Sheck Wes & Travis Scott

I love my bitch (Yeah)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch

I love my bitch (Yeah), but we don't look at love the same (Bitch)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but do we look at love the same? (No)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but we don't look at love the same

She say I'm nonchalant (Nonchalant), I don't care and I don't change

You the one I want (The one I want), you ain't gotta call me names

I ain't gotta front, I got a gang of hoes like Flavor Flav (Yeah)

I ain't got my gun, my gangster bitch tote one every day (Bitch)

She roll up my blunts, heat up my meals, and watch me play 2K (Yeah)

She so in love (Love), say anything like nowadays (Yeah)

I love my bitch (Bitch), but do we look at love the same?

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), I love my bitch (I love my bitch)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I— (Yeah, bitch)

Who's by my side when I was on my lonely?

Who's on my side when I ain't see the homies?

Long live Gigi, long live Kobe

Gotta listen Chief Keef, I can't love no thotties (Yeah)

You be lovin' thotties that be **** everybody

Got a couple thotties poppin' pussy in the party (Bitch)

I be in the party getting higher than Bob Marley (Bitch)

I'll buy you a G-class, you buy me a 'Rari

I need me a rich bitch, sponsor me (Come sponsor me)

Fallin' out of love, gon' be a tragedy (Yeah)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but she get up on my nerves (Get up on my nerves, yeah)

I love my bitch (Bitch), I love her swag, I love her curves (Yeah)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), she's never feelin' insecure (I love her, 'cure)

I love my bitch (Yeah), she love me back, I swear, I'm sure (Sure)

Like, I love my bitch (I love my bitch), I love my bitch (I love my bitch)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch (Yeah, yeah)

I love my bitch (Bitch), I love my bitch (Yeah)

And she give me all the love

Snuck Lil Uzi Vert (Woo) in her purse right in the club

Said, "I love you" first (Huh?), she said, "Only in God I trust"

To make the matters worse, I left them hundreds, fifties in them duff'

I asked a lot and still, you know my AP bitches keep the stuff

One thick like Georgia 'cause she moved to NY, think she know 'bout 'roughs (Mm)

Ask me about Brazil, thirty thousand, bitch, come get a dub, please

New in the town, my bitch, she brought some bitches, bad as hell

Shout out to college town who got sorority baddies down to rush

We took the hotel down, filled up with every baddie that I love (Oww)

She poppin' and tweakin', we listen, don't judge

I used to have my bitch (Yeah)

Then I left my bitch or my bitch left me (Ya dig?)

I'm gettin' too Boston Richey, can somebody help me? (Fuck)

The way I'm ballin', not a Oscar, need an ESPY (Bitch)

I think I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I—, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch, yeah, bitch)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch

I love my bitch (Yeah), but we don't look at love the same (Bitch)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but do we look at love the same? (No)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but the love, I swear, it changed (Yeah)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but she switched up for the fame

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but I'm too real and she too fake (I love her)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch (Like yeah, bitch)

I love my bitch (Yeah, bitch)

(Oww) I love my bitch

I love my bitch, but do we look at love—?

WHERE WAS YOU lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Playboi Carti, Future)

You should've, you should've been there (Yeah)

You should've been there, my nigga (Right)

You should, you should've been there

'Cause if you who you say you, you are, then you should've been there

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Ooh, I started from the bottom, huh, I stretched the note, uh

Put a chain on my buddy 'cause he never told, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador

I been fuckin' this ho all week, she been done gave me her code

Flexin', took a jet to Mexico

Stop textin' 'cause I'm not tryna check my phone

I'm in LA and I got ten hoes in a model home

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Cactus, Double-0, it's deeper than Air Force or Navy

All this brown and black around the bitch, but nothin' shady

Can you spin for me, baby? Talkin' 'bout one-eighty

Put her on a jet 'cause ain't no peace in that Mercedes

Shawty off the raw, in that game, she gon' have a ball

Fuck me good, you won't get a check, but you can meet the squad

Flight is booked, we gon' get in first, when we takin' off?

When you shoppin', they call you the mall 'cause you get 'em all

Where was you when we was on the floor and the rent was low?

Where was you when we was in the Mo and we had no more?

Where was you when I had to get low after shit got gold?

Got outta lock, went to Zona house, he was there for sure

Eighteen meetings in New York when I didn't have the dough

Where was you when Dozy took it for me? He was there for sure

Where was you when I needed the hard drives when I met with Hov?

Ask Bizzy, that nigga was busy even on parole

But came through, put it on Greyhound like he designed the road

Phase two, ten years later, he put Rovers on the road

Phase two, his lil' bro done topped it, now he the big bro

Out the bottom, really out the mud, really out the cold

Ooh, I started from the bottom, huh, I stretched the note, uh

Put a chain on my buddy 'cause he never told, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador

I been fuckin' this ho all week, she been done gave me her code

Flexin', took a jet to Mexico

Stop textin' 'cause I'm not tryna check my phone

I'm in LA and I got ten hoes in a model home

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

(Woo, Pluto)

Bunch of rich niggas, ho chose up (Woah)

Flexin', space cadet, Jetson (Yeah, yeah)

I swapped her and her sister, I don't miss it (Woah)

She lesbian, her best friend, they textin' (Yeah)

I'll still fuck that ho if she catch me (Woah, woah)

Baguetties, give shorty a wedding (Yeah)

Finessin', long live Jugg King (Woah)

Started from the mud, started from the mud

Goin' to the club, I'ma make the money flood

Pourin' up the Tuss', pink lemon Crush

Drinkin' on the Texas, I done fell back in love

South of Francis (Woo), we go Monaco, on another planet

Fly her niece on a jet, we go Greece with the free

I got ten vibes with Trav, I got ten vibes with me

Ain't no regular car, this Bugatti a low-key

Party just like a rockstar in the middle of the sea

Party like a rockstar when we way overseas

Party like a rockstar when we out in European

Ooh, I started from the bottom, huh, I stretched the note, uh

Put a chain on my buddy 'cause he never told, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador

I been fuckin' this ho all week, she been done gave me her code

Flexin', took a jet to Mexico

Stop textin' 'cause I'm not tryna check my phone

I'm in LA and I got ten hoes in a model home

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

NO COMMENTS lyrics - Travis Scott

This shit here ironic

I'm smokin' chronic

Pop one more, might vomit

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments (Woo)

This shit here ironic (Ironic)

I'm smokin' chronic (I'm smokin')

Pop one more, might vomit (Uh-huh)

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh (Uh-huh)

Turn off your comments

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

I'm just tryna get to know you, bae

Put your legs on my shoulder, bae

Come in here closer, got more to say

You the main banker, made more today

Sold me a putz and I'm on the K

You had me up good, bet I owe you, bae

Yeah, I got somethin' I wanna show you, bae

You're doin' too much, better pump the brakes, ah

Oh, when the JACKBOYS runnin' up the stakes

We come in here to bop and rip up the place

And shawty, she a freak, wanna fuck my face

I'll tell you when I'm cummin', I'ma nut, okay?

Don't read those comments, they got nothin' to say

Don't read those comments, they got nothin' to say

They got nothin' to say

This shit here ironic

I'm smokin' chronic

Pop one more, might vomit

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments (Woo)

This shit here ironic (Ironic)

I'm smokin' chronic (I'm smokin')

Pop one more, might vomit (Uh-huh)

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh (Uh-huh)

Turn off your comments

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, bae)

You're listening to JB2

This is my station, yeah

So if you ain't parked or backed in, somebody beep, you have to pull over

Find a payphone, have some change

You know what I'm sayin'?

All that type of shit just to answer the call

That's the problem, like we was, we was makin' enough money, we had the ho

And we ain't have nobody to hit 'cause nobody else had them hoes

That's just bein' pimp

BEEP BEEP lyrics - Travis Scott

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin')

Main bitch, she leavin' (Main bitch, she leavin')

Take six this evening (Take six this evening, yeah)

Big-booty bitch, I need it (Big-booty bitch, I need it)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep)

This phone is beepin'

Bro sellin' bricks from the cell, right out the cell, rockin' Margiel' (Yeah)

Drank got me movin' like a snail, ridin' through hell, tryna stay loud (It's lit)

My bitch put it on well, walk in with a smell, thuggin' with the fellas

Rick Owens kit (Rick Owens kit), the floor, I sleep on (The floor, I sleep on)

The phone is beepin' (Beepin'), she callin' it an evenin' (Evenin')

Enough, like Pinky, new chain, we should link (Ball and chain)

Blue hundreds, it's leanin' (Blue), stack it up, stinky (Straight up)

Ice her up, rinky (Rinky), put her on lingy (Lingo)

Put her in a Lam' or the Benz, is she slim or she thick? It depends

Look like you rock YSL with this tint (Alright)

We've been up four days in a row, how many more days until I'm a hit?

She sleepin' in my crib like she ain't got rent

Hold on, you hearin' all these chains that's slappin' on my chest?

(Woo)

Double C's switched in the verse

Got my name stitched in the 'burbs

Went front door to the Met

But, no, no, ho, I ain't met

Put her front row at event

Then buy the clothes you can get, yeah

Baby, these braids, not dreads

You can come through to the ends

We drink cool, it's rare

Chokin' on both for the chair

Had to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy)

Well overdue for affair (Yeah)

No need for makeup or underwear

'Cause I been locked in at the crib (Woo)

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin', pop it, pop it)

Main bitch, she leavin' (Leavin')

Huh, take six this evening (Woo, leave it)

Hmm, big-booty bitch, I need it (Big-booty bitch, I need it)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep, beep)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep, beep)

Phone on vibrate, make her legs vibrate

Fly them hoes out, make them hoes migrate

She shake that ass, the bag gon' gyrate

Water my neck, lil' bitch went dehydrated

I'm on her back like carbohydrates

In London with killers, totin' swords with my mates

Came out the trenches, bananas on K's

Fuck a hundred niggas gon' do with these apes?

Phone keep beepin', she twistin' her face

You know that we sneakin', girl, stay in your place

I got shawty geekin', lil' tentacle deep in

She ride, the bed squeakin', put oil on her brakes

These bitch niggas speakin', my name in they mouth

Ain't gon' shower for days, now how my dick taste?

Rainbow diamonds, this shit on me blingin'

Stepped out of the jeweler, bought a gay parade (Woo, woo)

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin', pop it, pop it)

So bored at the house, she leavin'

Huh, take six this evening (Woo, leave it huh)

Got a ho in my kennel crossbreedin'

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'? Wake up)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin')

Her phone is beepin'

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin')

Her phone is beepin'

Her phone is beepin' (Her phone is beepin', yeah, yeah)

But that would be, Jamaica, Jamaica would be where you would go to really hear like

A lot of rap music and a lot of R&B, so, they, they play mainly dance music

Then they have they rap set

And then they go into reggae

And then they go back to, to the regular music and shit like that

That's as close as you can get to twerking

PBT lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Tyla, Vybz Kartel)

Vybz Kartel (WorldBoss), huh

Yo, Trav

She's a good problem to have

I know

Just what I deserve

You make my heart beat, too much work

Just to confirm it

You're like a problem I can't unlearn (Yeah)

You only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come and fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

Turn my head and she's turnin' on me (Damn)

Well, it's that pretty brown round thing

You should be mine, you should get a ring

You know I'll five-star entertain

Baby, just tell me you feel the same

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

My baby was outside all summer

No dry drinks, my eyes ain't runnin'

Like that water, yeah, the money's still runnin'

Oh, you only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

I turn my head and she turnin' on me

You've been outside, so why you on me? (Why you on me?)

Afterparty 'cause we ain't concrete

Reminiscing, you thinkin' 'bout me ('Bout me)

You're on my mind last summer

Only one time last summer, ayy

You want me back, don't wanna

Use that Yellow Page, search my number

You know I got the work, you tryna pull up to the 'Burg

You see a herd and now you tryna make it work

You wanna splurge? I'll send you pictures of a purse

A lesson learned, no identifying first

Should've never played with her

Well, it's that pretty brown round thing

You should be mine, you should get a ring

You know I'll five-star entertain

Baby, just tell me you feel the same

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

My baby was outside all summer

No dry drinks, my eyes ain't runnin'

Like that water, yeah, the money's still runnin'

Oh, you only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

I turn my head and she turnin' on me (Wine, wine, wine)

Ayy, baby, rock yuh bumper

Yuh nuh lazy, you do it quicker than a gunshot

Fly her to Miami, make yuh get yuh body sculpture

'Member said mi rich, mi full of style, GQ

Call me every time you need revenue

When di money done, mi know what you gon' do

Louis V by Saks, then we stop at Jimmy Choo

Yuh love the life, nothin' ain't free

Gyal, rock yuh bumper and put it pon me

Gyal, di love will take yuh over the moon

Walkin' on stars like Hollywood

Just like a virgin, yuh kitty tighty

Gyal, mi make up mi mind and you are mi wifey

Well, it's that pretty brown round thing

You should be mine, you should get a ring

You know I'll five-star entertain

Baby, just tell me you feel the same

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

My baby was outside all summer

No dry drinks, my eyes ain't runnin'

Like that water, yeah, the money's still runnin'

Oh, you only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

I turn my head and she turnin' on me

SHYNE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. GloRilla)

First time I went to Memphis

They had, it was a two-story club that only the downstairs was open

We lookin' down and it was a moshpit (Yeah)

Vybz Kartel ah talk

Remember we ah rep fi Cactus Jack

'Member some bwoys work

Ah we run di bomboclaat block

Shyne, Shyne

Shyne, what? What?

Mm, what?

Ayy, ayy

Shyne, what? Shyne, what? Shyne, ayy

Shyne, what? Ah

Ayy

Woo

I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (Bed rock)

At the shared block (Block), not the Fairmont ('Mont)

Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean

And they twins and they thicker than the Clermonts (Thicker)

On a John Deere tractor, playin' head hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tom Cruise, fuck your couch, I do my own stunts (Uh)

Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (It's lit)

This is that type of party, ayy (Party)

Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers (Carti)

I still think a bustdown flyer, though I bought it plain (Flyer)

On this side, it's never dry, though it barely rains (Dry)

I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (It's lit)

Burn, baby (Burn), burn (Burn), DJ table turns (Burn)

You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (Yeah)

Ass fat, ain't got no panties, I ain't got no words (Nah)

Gullwing Mercedes Benz way I switch and swerve (Skrrt)

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah

Swing

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it (GloRilla)

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah (On the gang, gang)

Swing (On the, on the gang)

Got booked overseas for a nice-ass fee, need some D, so I had to go to Canada first

He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast, had to fuck around, put out an Amber Alert

It's 5 a.m., bitch, I'm up in the gym, but a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (The fuck?)

Word on the street I'm the bitch with the heat, you wouldn't even believe what I charge for a verse (Woah)

Workin' hard, I'm grindin' (Hey), diamonds hittin', I'm shinin' (Hoo)

Gangster bitch for real, these hoes be on these beats just rhymin' (Weak ass)

All my, all my opps be dyin' (Yup), all my friends be lyin' (For sure)

Havin' flashbacks when I was just ridin' that dick, damn near had forgot I was drivin' (Damn)

Don't ask me 'bout no ho I used to fuck with, I ain't got nothin' to say

My only regret is bein' too young to fuck Matthew McConaughey (On the gang, huh)

Yeah, bitch, Matthew McConaughey

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, huh

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah

Swing

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah

Swing (Ooh)

OUTSIDE lyrics - Travis Scott & YoungBoy Never Broke Again (feat. 21 Savage)

Security guard come in the dressing room with the pistol

Close the door, "Ayy, y'all niggas alright?"

"Alright, don't leave this motherfucker," and go right back out with the pistol, I say, "Man"

Say, sir

Say, sir

Yeah

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, woo)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Say, sir)

I fucked 'em two at a time (Say, sir)

Lil' fye, she got that fire (Say, sir)

Put Cactus on that spine, yeah (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Say, sir)

I fucked 'em two at a time

Lil' fye, she got that fire (Say, sir)

I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' her mine (Yeah, say, sir)

She tryna go down to the Yams (Say, sir), she wanna go trip on a yacht (Say, sir)

For the day, I made her wife, I got her up eatin' this Jacques (Say, sir)

The molly make her freestyle (Say, sir), she comin' right off of the top (Say, sir)

Make money and get faded (Say, sir), all summer, I'm hoggin' the block, huh, ho (Say, sir)

I don't even think the molly hittin', woah-oh

I just seen her kissin' on her sister, oh, no

Stupid nigga thought the bitch was different, you a joke

I just watched her take my whole dick up in her— (Woo)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Say, sir)

I fucked 'em two at a time (Say, sir, yeah)

Lil' fye, she got that fire (Say, sir)

Put Cactus on that spine, yeah (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Say, sir)

I fucked 'em two at a time (Say, sir)

Lil' fye, she got that fire (Say, sir)

I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' her mine (Yeah)

I got your ho, she outside with the gangsters

I got the ho, she screamin' I'm fire

I got that ho on the drank and I'm rollin'

I got that ho and I'm holdin' a 9

We got them sticks in the trap, it's a V

I'm holdin' them millions, I come from the streets

Stuffin' my weed in the seat

Take a seat, I'ma pop it, just tell 'em come see

I'ma drop it wherever he at, we gon' see

'Til I got her on side me, on Florida, I fuck with lil' mami

Tell the bitch to pull up on a ho, set a timer

Bitch just do what I say, I'ma flood her with diamonds

Turn her up with my designer, she ready to kick it, I hit the ignition

I tell her sign for that fire and I know she gon' get it, I should buy her a Bentley

I'm still in the back of the 'Bach with my pole and I'm burnin' reefer, now go pick up your ho

From seventy-three hours on lockdown, I come from the back to them racks, time to get me some more

Crack the seal on the pint, boy, it is what it ain't

Check the watch, bought this bitch to make sure I don't sink

In the street with your ho headed straight to the bank

You don't know where to find it, you know what to think, I done got your lil' bitch—

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, woo)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

She came through just for a vibe

I fucked 'em two at a time (Yeah)

Lil' fye, she got that fire

Put Cactus on that spine, yeah (Yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Woah)

I fucked 'em two at a time (Time)

Lil' fye, she got that fire

Yeah

CANT STOP lyrics - Don Toliver & Wallie the Sensei (feat. Future)

Yeah, yeah

I just dropped my top, yeah (Yeah)

I can't stop (Cannot stop this shit)

Don't ask 'bout my fit, it cost a lot, yeah

I cannot stand out, I'm standing in, you know where I'm at (I can not stand)

Ever since I came in, I just put my top down

Okay, gettin' jaded, but I can't feel my face now (Pluto)

Hop right in and leave (Yeah), in the suicide, can't see 'em (Yeah)

I'll be fine, baby, I don't need you

No lie, baby, you a freak too, yeah

All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)

I'm just 42 sippin' (Yeah, ooh)

I can drown in it (Ooh, know I can)

All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)

I'm just 42 sippin' (Ooh, you know how we comin')

I can drown in it (Ooh)

Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (Oh yeah)

It's diamonds in my watch and I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)

Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)

Turn up my savages, word to Allah

Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Turn up my shooters, oh yeah)

Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)

She wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)

Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist

I'm Wallie the Sensei (Oh, oh)

Took his bitch on the weekend, he ain't get her back 'til Wednesday

And I got a problem with spendin' too much money

That's what my friends say (Freebandz, that's what my friends say)

Pulled up in a '23 drop-top, woah

Bad bitch, ass out in a crop-top, yeah

I ain't even ate and I'm still shittin'

I won't make her my bitch, but I'm still hittin'

Fuckin' on queens, but I ain't from Great Britain

I'm all in her stomach, I ain't fittin'

That bitch told me, "Slow down," but I ain't listen

They be like, "You a king, you need to slow down,"

I'm drinkin' that lean, I'm still sippin'

Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (I drop my top)

It's diamonds in my watch and I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)

Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)

Turn up my savages, word to Allah (Oh yeah)

Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Oh yeah)

Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)

She wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)

Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist

(Ooh) All in (Ooh)

I'm just 42 sippin' (Ooh)

I can drown in it (Ooh)

All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)

I'm just 42 sippin' (Ooh)

I can drown in it (Ooh)

FLORIDA FLOW lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kodak Black)

Like Miami, Miami

They early days, they used to speed niggas' shit up (Yeah, mm, for real)

The way we slowed shit down

Ghetto Style DJs used to speed that shit up (Mhm)

I had to swang up out these streets to get my life (I had to swang)

I had to get that check before three stripes, behind these walls

Done made phone calls that done wrong, I'm tryna get right (Tryna get right, yeah)

I pour the Wock' up for it, these niggas jockin', boy (These niggas jock, yeah)

I got the cash and reinvested in my dreams (Cash)

A new Chanel bag, I gave her Chanel swag (Gave her Chanel)

Two-tone Birkin, that shit smirkin', it end up workin' (She smirkin')

When it's time, she spread them cheeks, she hold my fire (Spread that woah)

Up in the club, I'm totin' that iron, I'm totin' that iron (Totin' that pole)

I need a boss, a bad lil' baby who go and ride (That ride)

I'm in the Chi with racks and the lean, can't feel with the fire (Work with the fire)

I don't do Don, I don't do 'Migos, don't do friends (Talkin' that drank)

Gotta put more in her pony, then fuck me and take off my hands (That way)

I took her to Houston, I got the head in back of the Benz (That way)

TRX, we back of the country shootin' it out (Phew-phew-phew)

This is that Cali flow, this is that Florida flow (This is that woah)

They look at my necklace, still tryna wonder where all the water go (That glow)

She spreadin' her legs right on the bed, she givin' a water show (Let's go)

Splash (Splash), splash (Splash), splash (Splash)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay (Okay), yeah, yeah, yeah

She move to Florida, straight from the border, she got a crib right there on Biscayne (Ski)

I do the tour, she do decor, pile on the floors, for us, we just sip things (Yeah)

I know that's a couch, but way that ass sit, nobody here want that ass sittin' (Free)

RG pull up like it's a victim, 1B, 2B, walk through the entrance (Racks)

I walked in with something important, you would've sworn that a nigga imported ('Ported)

G, remember that truck we rode 'round town for months? (G)

2234, thought it was oceans, before all the love was lust (It's lit)

Before all the chains was crushed, before all the rings and Range was plush (Plush)

Whole lot of stains and must, the grind, it still remain with us (Stains)

Didn't wanna blame the bus, adjust ten toes, in God, we trust (Yeah)

Sunny side dangerous, a dollar bill wouldn't change me up (Side)

Snatchin' my Wranglers up, I made one call, they rang alarm (Slide)

I need some water, took her a charter, headed to Florida (Let's ride)

Yeah, yeah (Let's go)

You quarter, made you a water, warrior (Yeah)

I snatched me a Barbie, we lived on an RV bus for like four whole months

Introduced her to molly, but she say she already knew the pair long before us

Anything move, your boy's first to shoot it, I don't care who it was

Come get your boo, she down, she up, she drippin' up gooey stuff

Kickin' shit, Bruce Lee stunt, that's a whole lot of meth in a LooseLeaf, blood

If I'm that nigga, imagine how Jesus was, in Z's we trust

I don't wanna live too long, too old, but I don't wanna die this young

All I know is if 'trol pull us over, this bitch better hide this gun

Poppin' 0561, Miami, 305, we all the way live

I'm a coldblooded man, I mean everything I said, nigga, I ain't gotta look you in your eyes

Somebody call Keem FaceTime, say we goin' on tour with Travis Scott

My jit just turned ten, I bought him a crib, when he walked in, his eyes, he cried

Could be a brave nigga in the grave, nigga, stop sayin', I ain't gotta put fear in you guys

Point blank, period, send him the dot, it's me in the candy-paint yacht outside

Hit Kendall up, said she like Popeyes, do a two-man dinner with Kylie Jenner

The Sunshine State, the Gunshine State

From Florida, the symbol look like a pistol (Like a pistol)

Drop heat, fuck, spark the reefer

Start the key up, spot, geek truck

Plug FIFA, hot, sweet spot

Quiet, keep smoke

Smoke each spot, chrome, keep strong

Chrome keeper, blunt heat, fuck

Strong peak, woah, Florida heat, woah

Florida heat, woah, Florida heat, woah

Florida heat, woah, spot speech, woah

Drop the heat, woah, squad keep up

Drive a pink truck, try to keep up

Hot, heat, water, Florida heat, hot

Water

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

DA WIZARD lyrics - Travis Scott

Wizard

Woo, woo

Yeah

It's I, T the wizard, creepin', crawlin', lizard (Yeah)

Styrofoam on blizzard, wrist on blizzard, givin' out chills and shivers (Woah)

Whippin' with the Glock and gizzard, ridin' to SZA 'cause most of these rappers be fibbers (Ah)

Baby brought her friend out to dinner, she tryna scissor, they eatin' up rocks and glitter

Job we rock, keep makin' the blog, connect all the bonds, it's how we all bond together (Straight up)

Ten years straight, I've been on a run, I feel like Rev Run the way this shit run forever (It's lit)

Chiropract' how I make this shit crack, ain't no givin' it back, I fucked up some joints, like several

I'm runnin' the track like a track, I stopped keepin' track, ain't keepin' the track of the medals (Let's go)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Ooh)

Ayy, they rose from the ground (Ground)

Jump, yeah, jump in my world right now (Now)

Outta the spot 'cause the word got out (Out)

She at the gate, know the code by now

Tell by my face that my soul is drowned

This Black girl on coke actin' white right now

This white girl with ass actin' Black (Mm, mm)

If they come to the top of my hill, they go down (Straight up)

I'm out on the dock, it's just me and my peers (Yeah)

I look in the mirror and I face my fears

Not blind to bullshit, let's get that clear (No)

The sweat on my face lookin' just like tears

We flew here together, the jet like an airline

We used to rock Coach in the back of Frontier

Used to ride metro down OST, nigga

On Don, I swear you had no idea

The night will call, no one was there

At night, withdrawals, no one but prayer

I walk these halls, I walk through walls

I took it all, but hand in hand

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

TRIP OUT lyrics - Sheck Wes & Yeat

Woah

Fire

Trip, trip

Fire

Yeah

Trip, trip (Bitch, bitch)

Trip (Yeah, bitch, bitch)

Trip, trip (Ah, yeah)

Trip (Yeah, bitch, woah)

Trip, trip (Yeah)

Trip (What? What?)

Trip, trip (Trip, yeah)

Trip (Trip, bitch)

She want molly (Yeah)

She want Percs (Yeah, bitch)

She want bands (Yeah)

She want love

Let's take a trip then (Yeah)

Let's take a trip then (What?)

Go violent, let's go flip them (Yeah)

Go violent, let's go flip them (Yeah)

Go violent (Flip)

She want money for self, she wan' get her a bag

She wan' walk in Chanel, she gon' grab it, she grab it

This bad lil' bitch, she a bad lil' bitch (Bitch)

She a bad lil' bitch, she gon' grab it, she'll grab it (Bitch)

Hundred-fifty thousand, throw it up, cash

New Bugatti, I'm goin' too fast

Bitch, I'ma swerve on the jakes on they ass

Don't ask me, I won't do what you asked (Bitch)

King Tonk (Tonk), King Tonka

Bad bitch tell me that she love me (Bitch)

All my diamonds really hittin'

Baby, I know that you saw me movin' (Yeah)

I got bad bitches all around me movin' (Trip, trip, bitch)

I keep bad bitches all around me movin'

Hundreds and hundreds, I took out a hundred

I take all the munyun, put racks in my safe (Let's go)

Sheck Jesus, I bless 'em, forever a legend

I feel like I'm sendin', respect to my name (Yeah)

Call up the boys and I fuck up the function (Woah)

They pay me some money, I trip on the stage, bitch (Woah, bitch)

Know I'm ballin' like BA, yeah

I took the four in arenas, fuck (Fuck)

That bitch from the back (Yeah)

Call up my pops, tell him wire the racks (Yeah, yeah)

Rich white bitch on my jock

She trippin', I got her face in my lap (Yeah)

She want Sheck Wes all in her mouth (Yeah, bitch)

Let's take a trip, you know the scouts (Woah)

I'm ready to (Trip)

I'm 'bout to jump off the top rope (Woah, bitch)

Swanton bomb (Yeah, bitch)

Trippin', bitch, stay out the K-hole (K-hole)

I'm off the oil like Saddam (Yeah)

Don't do drugs, stay sober (Let's go)

I'll party all night long (Let's go)

Ready to trip, she wanna trip, she wanna, huh

She want molly (Yeah)

She want Percs (Let's go)

She want bands (Yeah, bitch)

She want love (Yeah)

Let's take a trip then (Woo)

Let's take a trip then (Yeah)

Go violent, let's go flip them (Bitch)

Go violent, let's go flip them (Bitch, yeah)

110 SOUTH lyrics - Wallie the Sensei & Luxury Tax

[Bun B:]

Niggas travel with— hey, I said, "Oh, them niggas finna have a ball"

'Cause, they, they from that life, you know what I'm sayin'?

Niggas was active, active gangbang niggas, you know what I'm sayin'?

They were very, very, like, like, very tight as a team

I said, "Them niggas gon'— gon' be—"

You could look at niggas, boy, them niggas finna have a ball out here

They got a hot song, they not scary, you know what I'm sayin'?

So them niggas finna have a ball out here

[Wallie the Sensei:]

110 South flow, gotta go, bitch

Trust no bitch, get rich, get more rich

House for my mama, get the kids, have more kids

Right now, I'm fuckin' on a bitch who got no kids (Bitch)

I could teach a thing or two about motion (Bitch)

You ain't been through shit, don't know shit (Bitch)

I'ma get on if you can't stay focused (Bitch)

I don't know what's wrong with us, but we won't live

Dogs with me, Raggy Roo, keep the blues, get a clue

I'll nail you to the cross if you reach for my jewels

Bet my last bitch confused, in my backyard a pool

Bitch, I'm headed to the top like a fuckin' 'do

I don't care (Bitch, please), I don't care (Bitch, please)

I don't care (Bitch, please), I don't care (Bitch, please)

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't (No), give a fuck, I don't (No), give a fuck

[Luxury Tax:]

Uh, big bank take lil' bank

Drop a couple hundred on his top, let's play Shark Tank

I'm from the North, he out the West, it's still the same gang

Slidin' with the gang, just might turn into your training day

Rappers write statements, fake gangsters, so I'm out the way

Livin' luxury, but tax a nigga every play (Always)

I'm on the ave where you ain't active, you get chastised

Blood walkin', everybody know my shoe size

Pull up on Spider in a spider, ain't no pit stops

This two hundred on my wrist feel like a G‑Shock

I could've sent a lot of niggas to the reaper (The reaper)

Tried to X me out, I heard they put him on a t‑shirt (Hahaha)

Never care about the bitches, put my kids first (Never)

I don't care about the money, gotta live first (At all)

Rick stepper, trendsetter, make the bands twerk

See, I'm a whack and he a whack, we put the brand first

[Wallie the Sensei:]

I don't care (Bitch, please), I don't care (Bitch, please)

I don't care (Bitch, please), I don't care (Bitch, please)

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't (No), give a fuck, I don't (No), give a fuck

[Rick Brown:]

Service

UTOPIA (2023)

HYAENA lyrics - Travis Scott

The situation we are in at this time

Neither a good one, nor is it so unblessed

It can change, it can stay the same

I can say, I can make my claim

Hail, hail, hail

Yeah, okay

This shit is outta control

I'm drivin' through Hell and I done brought snow

It's shinin' in here and I done brought glow

I hear the sirens right out the chateau, run me the info

Tryna hear what you did, not how you came close

'Cause I get bobblehead like I done made pro

I made Italian bread like I done made dough

I be all around the map

Write a show by myself like I'm Chelsea Handler

Or write a series 'bout my bitches like I'm Kelsey Grammar

Nicknamed the jet Jayhawk 'cause it's outta Kansas

You know it's Spaldin' in my top, I'm in my esperanza

You know it's slammin' wall to wall

We gotta fill the stands up, with slaps and the anthems

Poetic justice, I got you in all my stanzas

With your model stances, you everything I know about it (Ah)

What we know

Where you shall go

Power, ah

Uh, yeah

C-notes, B-notes, I took the biggest boat

We stayed down for life, it's like a jingle to do 'em all

We too much involved to spend a single ounce of time

She bust a whole ounce by doin' lines

I had to leave, like the leaves do trees

I'm finally home, I wiped the stress, then I touched that sweat

We took 'em 35 to 1 like this shit roulette

Hold up, beg your pardon, we done lit up, baby

Set up, told the preacher, "Never finish," that's to say the least

Buy it, never lease it, but I gotta lease it

Mobile, Mona type of pieces, Met Gala, night Jesus

Skip it, hit the city, party pack, I got it with me

I'm shotty while I let you with me

I'm too bent to let you ride, barely 'til it's empty

Gotta feel me, pockets dumb fat and I got a skinny

Squad is with me, and that's everything I know about it

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time

For y'all have knocked her up

I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe

I was not offended

For I knew I had to rise above it all

Or drown in my own shit

THANK GOD lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. KayCyy)

I won't doubt it, I won't

He won't mislead all His followers

Prayin' on the process, mind and spirit

Feel like

Like I'm

Floatin' in my prime time

One life, live it right now

One life, live it in

Goodbyes, that's life

Fun times for life

For life, from down my eyes

Thank God I'm free tonight

Got God on the line

Tell the devil I'm fine

He always tryin'

Tryin' his best (No question)

Top of the pole

Me and my bros

When the story get told

It's gon' be BMF (Muchas gracias)

This shit sound hard

It wasn't made easy

You can't live twice

Thank God I'm breathin' (We gon' fuck it up)

We gotta go now

One life, live it right now

One life, live it in

Goodbyes, that's life

Fun times for life

For life, from down my eyes

Thank God I breathe tonight (Fuck it up)

Oh

Still no pressure

Thank God, I breathe

'Cause shit I speak is what they need, I tell no lies

I'm still up top, they still can't drop, but what if they not? (Uh)

Yeah (Yeah)

Last tape was filled up with slaps, I guess gotta run this shit back

Didn't like the way that shit went down at the awards, I admit it, it turned to a beast

This that shit right here that get me goin', after I pop me a piece

Way that we killin' the critics and killin' the hate, might gotta talk to a priest

The way we evolved and knocked down walls, this shit's outrageous (Ooh)

A quarterback calls, I don't like 12, except Tom Brady

Can't short my stock, I still stack tall, you still can't trade me

Storm's a minor but you know she livin' major (That's right, daddy)

When you flyin' up this high, it ain't no cables

Shit so lit, what happen in Vegas, it stay in Vegas

Mornin' time, we check the news, we made the papers

MODERN JAM lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Teezo Touchdown)

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, turn it up, my headphones

To the maker, vibrator

Roof shaker, earthquaker

Annihilator

Yeah

Baby, please get off the 'Gram

I like you better in the stands

I upgrade my only fan

It do or don't need a cam'

This right here my new modern jam

I'm on fire, the new burnin' man

She paid to view, that's an on-demand

Hey, Guy-Man, brought him home from France

This shit punk, put it on the Bible

I like a bi girl on a bi-cycle

Then I bought a car, now she feel entitled

My dick so hard, pokin' like the Eiffel

I just need the world, I ain't hard to please

Way I keep the knowledge, think I'm Socrates

I got 'em levitatin' way off their knees

The way I make it jump, I make it hard to breathe, it's like

Bright, tight

The annihilator, forever favor

True upgrader, you a shaker

Car breaker

Baby, don't you know I got to go?

Got the glow and it got to show

Know it's been a year since I seen the road

Had me inside like I'm on parole

I'm outside like I'm on patrol

I hear the zeitgeist, now I'm in the zone

You know they say you up when you finally free

It won't feel right if it's only me

If you're scared, nigga, say your grace

I got the formula like I own the race

I got the keys with me like I own the place

If these niggas on top, then I'm outta space

I'd rather spend it on you than on Uncle Sam

Give this shit my all but don't give a damn

Even in the winter, it's a summer jam

I told her buckle up 'cause it's goin' down, it's like

Bright

Truth breaker, heartthrob, baby

Feather skater, you true raider

Daka-doo-doo-da-da

[Teezo Touchdown:]

Uh-uh, I know you're lyin'

Outside waitin' in the line

Gettin' dough one at a time (Oh)

Uh-uh, I know you're lyin'

Outside waitin' in the line

Gettin' dough one at a time (Oh)

Bounce, baby, I'm in the buildin', baby

Do it, baby, you got my consent, baby

Oh, this the remix, oh, this the remix

Before she let me in, she gotta pat me down

Before she let me in, she gotta pat me down

[Travis Scott:]

The annihilator

Forever favor

MY EYES lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Sampha & Bon Iver)

[Bon Iver:]

When I stare in your eyes

You'll be there forever

To watch our life (To watch our life together)

You just like going to Heaven (My heart)

More than anything (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

I'm falling and I'm drowning

But you're taking me

[Travis Scott:]

One thousand on my feet, stacks spreaded on my seat

Ten thousand on my eyes (Eyes)

Rollie Pollie on my wrist

Gotta make a flight, big day, slumming no FaceTime

Fifty K, wondering why I'm storming off, no race

Emboldened by the bliss

I was sworn in by a kiss

Late from the country caters

No peacemaker, I sweep up cases

Going on a walk with a new suit armor

New suit dead, Bottega, that's on it

Give me the heat from the sleep, then I harm her

Cupid creep in, sleep with a hammer

Three time to get me T-T-T'd

Still same phone, AT&T-T

Still giving news very vividly

Beefing up, fuck a beef

Smoking on some vicious type of reefer

I need no beef, no cheese (Yeah)

Even when I eat, they cheat (Uh)

Every time we meet, naive

[Bon Iver:]

When I stare in your eyes

You'll be there forever

To watch our life (To watch our life together)

You just like going to Heav— (My heart)

[Travis Scott:]

One thousand on my feet, stacks spreaded on my seat

Ten thousand on my eyes (Eyes)

[Sampha:]

Yeah, it's mad how it gets so deep

It's mad how I get so high

It's mad how you get me by (By)

Tell me, tell me

Tell me, tell me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me

[Travis Scott:]

Look in my eyes, tell me your tale

Do you see the road, the map to my soul?

Look, tell me the signs whenever the smoke clear out of my face

Am I picture-perfect or do I look fried?

All of that green and yellow, that drip from your eyes is telling

Tell you demise, I went to my side

To push back the ceiling and push back the feelings, I had to decide

I replay them nights, and right by my side, all I see is a city of people that ride wit' me

If they just knew what Scotty would do to jump off the stage and save him a child

The things I created became the most weighted, I gotta find balance and keep me a smile (Hah)

Yeah, yeah

That shit wild, instead I'm a hero

I took it from zero, LaFlame Usain

I run it for miles, this shit wasn't luck

They got me fucked up, I put you on bus and take you around

A couple of guys inside of the school, I gave 'em the tools to get it off ground

They say they the ones when they make the errors

Can't look in the mirror (That shit wild)

I stand on the stage, I give 'em the rage

No turning it down, can't tame it, can't follow it

We do in the streets, we do it for keeps

We do it for rights, got fifty-two weeks

This shit ain't for pleasure, I'm coming to tweak

This shit is forever and infinity

Number eight, yeah, we write it and wrap it around

I take me a bean and I turn to a beast

Bought the crib on a hill, made it harder to reach

Bought a couple more whips 'cause I needed more speed

Bought a couple more watches, I needed more time

Didn't buy the condo, it was smarter to lease

And I bought some more ice 'cause I brought in the heat

Made a cast of my dick, so she never gon' cheat

If I gave you a day in my life or a day in my eyes, don't blink

GOD'S COUNTRY lyrics - Travis Scott

(La, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la) (Watchin' in)

(La, la, la, la)

Only one they watching in, yeah (La, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la)

It ain't up to you no more (More)

(La, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la)

God Country, this is war (La, la, la)

(La, la, la)

(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (La, la, la)

(La, la, la)

Wakin' up, I see the light

I been drunk and it's alright

I took the drive to clear my mental (Mental)

Would tint the whip, but it's a bike

It's demon time, I got it on me (On me)

Might earn a teardrop overnight

Wear Louis shades to block my psyche (Psyche)

It's hot as hell, but where the ice?

You in God's Country, not in Montgomery

Go Ted Bundy, then go home and play Al Bundy

The card black and you know it got a sky limit

I make a mill' every—, you decide, choice is yours (Yeah)

(La, la, la)

The butterfly reflect the doors (Yeah) (La, la, la)

I hit the gas and metamorph (La, la, la)

Couldn't get this shit off credit score (La, la, la)

Hunnid thousand pack the fans (La, la, la)

Got 'em jumpin' with no hands (La, la, la)

Need more spaces where we jam (La, la, la)

In God's Country wit' the fam' (La, la, la)

Yeah, woah

(La, la, la)

(La, la, la)

Ooh-ooh (La, la, la)

(La, la, la)

Ooh-ooh (La, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la)

Ooh-ooh (La, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la)

SIRENS lyrics - Travis Scott

Every night, I look up in the sky

And the stars are all there

But when I look for you, you're never there

Explorer, are you out there?, there, there, there

We had to spread out the word (Mm)

I was too damn determined, back when we needed refurbish

I was on top with no service, watch as they all playin' verses

They in the bushes, they lurkin', might gotta call the insurgence

She wanna fuck with a purpose, I gotta juggle my urges

Gotta couple departments, closet built like a department

Double up cup of the Bourbon how I give all of my sermons

Yeah, we still (Still) do things down to detail

Diva and the Devil, both them bad as He-ell

They get quiet when he yell (He yell)

Can't silent my people

You locked in the prequel, meet me at the festie-viel (Viel)

Festie-vial ('Vial)

Foo, foo

Now I got your attention (Look out), it's wide and beatin' (Look out)

Vile this evenin' (Look out), you never leavin' (Look-Look-Look-Look-Look-Look—)

Clock out, we sneak in (Look-Look-Look-Look-Look—)

All the demons need a reason (O-O-O-Out)

Up from 2 A.M. to two in the afternoon (Look out)

It's a festival right in my room (Look out)

Soon as the Sun up, you know that we doom (Look out)

Mariposa, we out to Cancun (Look out)

We gon' hustle more just before we out the room (Look out)

Back outside, it ain't no time for Zoom's (Look out)

One point two, that's a whole lot of more "Vroom" (Look out)

Three point two, that's a whole lot of whole lotta (Look out)

It's live, remember days that I couldn't get by

There outside, they come with it inside, now

Now your venue, we gotta resize

I can't give all this credit to Colgate

By the way I be rentin' the smile (Look out, look out)

I know sometimes I be in denial (Look out, look out)

I know sometimes I be in the wild (Look out, look out)

How I rockin' the, rockin' the—

Ah

I thought we were going to utopia?

What makes you say this isn't utopia?

I mean, I don't know, isn't it supposed to be some perfect destination? This is just your hotel room

Yeah, it looks perfect to me

MELTDOWN lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Drake)

[Drake:]

Yeah

Tensions is definitely rising

T'd up right now

T time, T time

T time, T time, T time

Teatime like I got a cup of this shit

Tee time like golf at a quarter to six

I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch

Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick

Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit

You talk to the cops on some therapist shit

You act like you love this American shit

But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke

Now you wanna go and inherit that shit

Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit

Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit

The weapons we got are some terrorist shit

Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit

She askin' for bread for her parents and shit

I told her, "I don't got no cash"

And she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit

I pull out a million and stare at the shit

My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit

My schedule is out, come spin us, for real

Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit

I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss

Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit

Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis

They not even wearing that shit

Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit

Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit

You lucky that Vogue was suing

'Cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit

I-I—

[Travis Scott:]

Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah)

And they scared of the seven (Seven)

After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)

Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)

Me at the house, I got seven in heaven

They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend

And shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit

She inching my way and she started confessing

I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey"

Connect collect calls right off of the celly

Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly

Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli

I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)

Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah

Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)

Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)

Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)

Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch

(Ooh)

Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)

Is you fucking crazy? (What?)

Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fucking crazy?

I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)

Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)

I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)

I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)

Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)

Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)

Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)

Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)

Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)

Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)

Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)

We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh

Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy

Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)

Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)

She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Is you fucking crazy?

Is you fucking crazy?

Is you fucking crazy or what?

Is you fucking crazy? Uh

Is you fucking crazy or what?

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fuckin'—

Is you fucking crazy?

FE!N lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Playboi Carti)

Just come outside for the night (Yeah)

Take your time, get your light (Yeah)

Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah

I been out geekin' (Bitch)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake)

Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah)

I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch)

It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah)

I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah)

What I'm sippin' not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit)

I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mm, let's go)

Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin')

Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)

In the night, come alive

Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

Schyeah, woah, what?

What?

(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

What? (Yeah)

Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)

(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)

Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hold up (Shit)

Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit)

Uh, hundred-round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on ten

Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up)

I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end

She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go

FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N (Schyeah), FE!N, FE!N (Schyeah, oh, oh, what? Schyeah)

FE!N, FE!N (Schyeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Oh, oh)

FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout, let's go)

I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes)

This is a whole 'nother level, shawty (Oh), I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)

I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up

I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)

I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh)

Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt)

We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up

You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass)

Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah, slatt (Wow)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)

Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?

00CACTUS, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeah

Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slatt

Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

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