Overdue lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)

[Travis Scott:]
Overtime and overdue (Due)
Ain't no sleep, that is old news (Old news)
Been outside, that's with the crew (Yeah)
Made my night up on the move (On the move)
In the morning, get the news (Check the news)
She come home I heard the zoom (Skr skr)
I step outside I need my piece (Peace)
Take one down to hit my peak (Yeah, yeah yeah)

I feel I overuse myself, I overuse myself
I feel, I mean I overdid myself, I overdid myself
I feel, I mean I overuse my nights, I overdid my nights
I overdid my nights

Yeah
Hit the lights and hit a right (Right)
Took everything, ain't nothing left (Ain't left)
Count your blessings, count your steps (Straight up)
At your throat like we that strep
It's way too cold under this flesh (Yeah)
All we, we ball but we don't mesh (Ball)
All we, we drink, leave us a mess (Drinking)
Down on my drugs, it is old news (Yeah)

Oh, oh oh
Mhm mhm, hmm
Hmm

[Travis Scott & 21 Savage:]
I'm with the hero (21), but we knew this (Woah)
Them the ones, you see me when they all leave
The Glock on tip though (God), lit when we Chevy (21)
They already know there's not too many
About to click though (Yeah), this shit been busy
Chasing after paper, come and get me (Me)
Like I'm sick though, sippin' plenty (Sip)
We been outside, going in (21)

Part Time lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]
Part time, work at Sam's
Yeah she still work with her man
I can fall through, just no cams, yeah
White pills on my mans
I can't fall asleep, off Xans, under circumstance
Want me to fall off, can't go that easy
I can't fall off, I know they need me

Gang-gang just like fam
No new ones, can't take no chance, yeah
They know I'm legend, yeah

[Kevin Parker:]
O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah
O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
Don't look at me strange
I got so good with that aim, so good at takin' names
Somethin' 'bout this fame
I mean sometimes leave me drained, but so good, can't complain
Hundreds feel like ones, millions feel like thousands
Never see the sun, always see the night end

Gang-gang just like fam
No new ones, can't take no chance, yeah
They know I'm legend, yeah

[Kevin Parker:]
O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah
O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah, yeah

Party Till lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. DJ Mustard)

[Mustard:]
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah
Yeah, ayy
Mustard on the beat, ho

You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
And we still lay on the stop, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

[Travis Scott:]
When I call, pick up, oh, yeah, you know the deal (Yeah)
You know T need to cop a feel on you
Then go David Copperfield on you (Ooh)
Know this a whole lot to put on you (Ooh)
So are you still awake (Yeah), still awake? (Yeah)
Here to take (Yeah) a stick I give away
Goin' up, away (It's lit), up, up and away
Pour me up my drink (Straight up), tell me how it taste
Hop in a coupe (Coupe), if there's nothing to do (Do)
Me and my boo, ooh, ooh

[Mustard:]
You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
And we still lay on the stop, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

If you're single, show it
Ex-friend lookin' heart broke
We ain't really trippin' on nothin'
Everybody in here smokin'
I got kush on me by the pound
You know I'm finna blow this bitch down
And if you ever catch me outta town
Just know I got the best weed around
Cause you know I'm too turned up in this bitch
And you know this shit got me super lit, yeah

You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(You know when this song come on, my nigga)
Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga, yeah)
A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(A house in the hills at the top, my nigga, yeah)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(They gon' have to call 'em, they gon' have to call 'em)
And we still lay on the stop, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
(Bottles for all of my niggas, bottles for all of my niggas)
Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)
('Til they call the cops, 'til they call the cops, yeah)

Power Is Power lyrics - SZA, The Weeknd & Travis Scott

(from "For the Throne" compilation)

[The Weeknd:]
I was born of the ice and snow
With the winter wolves, in the dark, alone
The wildest night, I became the one
And you'll know you're mine when the silence comes

Heavy is the crown only for the weak

A knife in my heart couldn't slow me down
'Cause power is power, my fire never goes out
I rise from my scars, nothing hurts me now
'Cause power is power
Now watch me burn it down

[SZA:]
I been down with the coldest war
And I know where I been 'cause I bled before, yeah
How do I know if I let you stay?
How do I know if we did it your way?
You wouldn't take my place
Put me away, I'd die lookin' up at your face
How do I ever know? Who can I trust?
Feelings of emptiness
Only love could kill me, God bless

[The Weeknd {The Weeknd & SZA}:]
A knife in my heart
Couldn't slow me down (Couldn't slow me down)
{'Cause power is power} ('Cause power is power)
{My fire never goes out}
I rise from my scars
Nothing hurts me now (Nothing hurts me now)
{'Cause power is power} ('Cause power is power)
{Now watch me burn it down}

[Travis Scott:]
Breathe, feel the air that I breathe (Yeah)
Air that I, air that I breathe
Who's hotter? Been a monster with a crown
So swamped by high water, keep your head up, you might drown
In this world, it's way colder, by the day, we count it down
Been around, just been waitin' up, she gon' come around
I took a drag, bust it out the gate, my lil baby, slay
I wore a flag, put that on my face, ain't nobody safe
Lift the mask, they gon' have to see what they can't erase
I took a lot, so I took it back (Do-do-do-do-do, yeah)
Danger's on my mind
Ain't no knife, dagger, bullet that can do it
'Fore you, yeah, you know, I go right straight through it, yeah

[SZA:]
Heavy is the crown, but never for a queen (Oh yeah)

[SZA & The Weeknd (The Weeknd) {Travis Scott}:]
A knife in my heart
It couldn't slow me down (Couldn't slow me down)
'Cause power is power ('Cause power is power)
My fire never goes out (Oh)
I rise from my scars (Yeah)
Nothing hurts me now (Nothing hurts me now)
'Cause power is power ('Cause power is power)
Now watch me burn it down (Ooh, yeah) {yeah}
Now watch me burn it down

Pussy lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Gunplay, Fredo Santana, Chuck Inglish)

Been Trill, motherfucker
Mike-WiLL Made It
Ear Drummers
Been Trill, bitch

[Chuck Inglish & Travis Scott:]
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (bricks)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
I had to get her right (flex)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up), Been Trill

[Travis Scott:]
Wake up in the mornin', throwin' on them Nikes
Runnin' through that check, shout my nigga Phil Knight
Oreos in Oregon State, pop twenty pills in the night (ooh)
Goin' a thousand miles in another state
They ain't oreos but they bright (straight up)
Clap it break that back, she just made a stack (ooh)
Niggas in that trap still totin' them straps (that dope)
If you make it where I'm from
It's like a lone star in the sky that's all black (Been Trill, motherfucker)
A 'ménage à trois' with black dykes, damn
That's the new civil rights (straight up)
Accidentally walked in the club, all these bitches bite (ooh)
Told my mama fuck a major, best decision my life (straight up)
Now niggas in the corridor, I'm velvet down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases, pussy by different races

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life
That pussy changed my life (straight up), Been Trill, motherfucker
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
I had to get her right (flex)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up), Maybach Music
That pussy changed my life (straight up)

[Gunplay:]
Purp in my itch palms, red lips six inches long (Been Trill)
Took her like a hooker, now come get your Shaun
I left her outside, I left her mouth dry
Feed her to the mountain lions 'cause that bitch try countin' mine
Pussy, nigga, you's a pussy-nigga (you just a pussy-nigga)
You be doushin', I be pushin' ether
Bitch, you fuck-boy cunt
Won't be satisfied 'til I see ya'll suffer in the sun
Chiefin' while I'm beefin', turn my odds to evens
My lawyers are some heathens
Beat it blowin' on some on reefers
If you didn't want a war, then why you'd wage it then?
I only wear jeans, I could fit a gage up in
I'm so high right now, look like I'm in Japan
Amazing, junkie jit came up major in
Trench team, ten deep, red beam, laser tag
Bring it, what you got?
Police and pistols don't phase your man

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life. Been Trill, motherfucker
That pussy changed my life (straight up)

[Fredo Santana:]
Look up at my eyes and I know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man, you better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye-bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love bitches that love bitches that love bitches
I love fuckin' on they friends and I love fuckin' on they sisters
Bad bitches roll my swishers, Goddamn, I'm that nigga
Smokin' on that reefer thinkin', "How can I get richer?"
Damn shawty bad like the old Detroit Pistons (damn)
Damn I wanna fuck, when I hit, I'm gettin' misses
Treat her like shit man its "fuck-a-bitch feelings"
Money stacked tall, man, it's touchin' my ceiling
Money stacked tall, man, it's touchin' my ceiling

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy changed my life (straight up)

[Travis Scott:]
Holy moly, all them niggas dead
All them pussies fed
Let 'em live? Meh
Young owl in the dark
Thought he'd make it, never
Do you hate 'cause they know I'ma be here forever (straight up)
Never fuck with the black and blue
Duck cause a nigga might shoot
Shocked what a nigga might do
Young nigga blessed like a nigga ah-choo (bless up)
In the Mo they smokin' raw diesel
Evil Knievel whip pullin' off in the dust (skrrt, skrrt!)
Throwin' flame rocks when a bitch might jerk (straight up)
Bouncin' this bitch like it's tennis
Rich and still eatin' at Denny's
Hotels phones, I'm talkin' that business
Came up with the ones that was with me
Besides, nigga, your niggas facade, nigga
She off shoe with that Snooki
Don't fall in love with that pussy (straight up)

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
Been Trill, motherfucker

RaRa lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Travis Scott:]
808 Mafia
Yeah
(Can I see the lighter?)
Yeah, you mean so much
You mean so much to me
You don't understand

RaRa in, put the RaRa in
RaRa in, put the RaRa in
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in

Molly and codeine in my Fanta (yah)
It's a lot of dreams in my Phantom (it's lit)
Work for me, I'm so handsome (ooh, yeah)
I just slipped a bean (yah, yah)
RaRa in, (yah) in the RaRa denims (yah)
Take the raw raws off, (yah) put the RaRa in her (yah)
Kiwi pipe, (yah) off the RaRa venom (yah)
When you're done tonight (ooh)
Hop into your ride, yeah (yah)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in (straight up)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (it's lit)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, yeah, put the RaRa in

[Lil Uzi Vert & Travis Scott:]
You know my diamonds be shinin'
Pull up 488 just like, what? (yeah, yeah)
I'm famous now, told my nigga hold my gun (hold my gun)
Yeah, what? Diamonds, they cost so much
Yeah, smokin' that gas, I gotta hold my lungs
Wait, yeah, damn, you thought she was the one? (what?)
Yeah, ayy, told that girl to hold her tongue (huh)
Ayy, yeah, my closet cost a truck, ayy
Gettin' this money like I'm in a rush, yeah (damn, checks up)
Rari so fast like I'm in a Lamb (skrt)
Water jewels like I broke the dam (yah)
Wet floor sign, yeah, that be cautious (what?)
Pulling up, yeah, in my—

[Travis Scott:]
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (straight up)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (it's lit)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah (ooh)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah (yah)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

Reflex lyrics - Travis Scott

[Kurt Russell in "Big Trouble in Little China":]
This is Jack Burton in the Porkchop Express and I'm talkin' to whoever's listenin' out there
Like I told my last wife
I says, "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see, besides that, it's all in the reflexes"

Off the reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex
Had to pop another Xan' just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won't you flex that ass again
Off a reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex
Had to pop another Xan' just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Off a reflex, off a reflex (yeah), off a reflex (yeah)
I've been blowing through these bands, I'm in a deep check (brr)
All these bitches in my room, I feel like Keith Sweat (oeh)
We been going too in, I think I need a rest (I need it)
When you leave, I think about it, damn, I need it (I need it)
Johnny Cochran on these hoes the way I beat it (I beat it)
You make me weak, but don't mistake it for my weakness
I've been out here, I've been out here with your deepest
Automatic, going in, I'm going T-Rex
VVSs turn the T-shirt to a V-neck (straight up)
Gon' create and spend that money we ain't seen yet
All my niggas out and they gon' make it

Off the reflex (yah), off the reflex (yah), off the reflex (yah)
Had to pop another Xan' just to reset (yah)
Just to reset (yah), just to reset (yah)
Won't you flex that ass again
Off the reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex (alright, alright, yeah)
Pop another Xan' just to reset, just to reset

(Turn my vocal up, yeah)

Roll In Peace (Kodak Black Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott

[Kodak Black:]
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch

I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave, just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on jeans (skrrt skrrt)
That's how much I believe
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on jeans (skrrt skrrt)
That's how much I believe
Uh, everyday Halloween (alright!)
But we don't trick and treat (straight up!)
Count deads in my dreams (cash!)
Can't even fall asleep (ya!)
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazines
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya
Drop your top off with that beam
Mix it one handed, please (it's lit!)
Mix it right, dirty tea
It's only gonna bring me peace
Don't leave my cup, that's for me

[Kodak Black:]
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch

I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon' ride with me

SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott & Skrillex

[Part I]

[Drake:]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Travis Scott (The Notorious B.I.G.):]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's-it's 4 A.M and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Big Hawk (Swae Lee):]
(Some-Some-Some-Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Travis Scott {Uncle Luke}:]
Yeah, this-this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group (Yeah)
Hit my eses, I need the bootch (yeah)
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo (It's lit)
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
{Don't stop, pop that pussy!}
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
{Don't stop, pop that pussy!}
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
{Don't stop, pop that pussy!}
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue

[Drake (Uncle Luke) {Swae Lee}:]
(D-d-d-don't stop)
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
{Someone said}
(D-don't stop)
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
{Someone said}

[Part III]

[Drake (Travis Scott):]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah

[Drake & Travis Scott:]
Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (Down the block)
Made a right (Yeah, right)
Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)
That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch!)
See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)

[Drake (Travis Scott):]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah
It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah, (Check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah

Steady With The Crew lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Jhené Aiko)

[Travis Scott:]
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got served
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them

My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got served
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Travis Scott (Cassie):]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)

[Travis Scott:]
You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my niggas gon' shake some
Fall through and break somethin'
Broad day, and take somethin'
Backwards, I've been livin' backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes
Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it

My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got served
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Travis Scott & Cassie:]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them

Swang (Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up
I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up
I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up
I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)

Big body hoggin' up the lanes, whip so big it's like a plane (yah!)
Tattoos on my body and my face, you know a young nigga can't be tamed
You don't want no problems this-a-way (oh my god)
I got blue and red flags in my gang
They say "where you get them boogers in your fangs?" (It's lit)
You know I had to hit up Johnny Dang (bling, bling bow, bow)
Ya, ya, I need that ice ahí, I need that ice ahí
Give me just what I need (straight up), ya, all them gon' ride for me
Go and bend down for me, never gon' cop a plea

Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Pass me one while I'm grippin' 'grain
Don't hit the window don't hit the brakes
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
We young niggas you can't hang (oh no)
You know my young niggas can't be tamed (alright!)

Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up
I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)

If I say I got it then you know I got it, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, can't fit in my pocket (alright)
Take off with me now, take off on my rocket (It's lit)
Smash everything in Aces now we off to Follies (ooh)
Now we on our own drivin' with suspension
Ones, ones, ones, that's that repetition (straight up)
Pimpin', Johnny Gill that's that new edition
La Flame Don Juan young nigga pimpin' (heee)
All you can handle, I rock that bitch off the handles (yah)
She bust it open like sandals, mess with the flannels
Diamonds go hard with the flannels (nahh)
Don't need to control her (It's lit)
I change my bitch like a channel (ahh)
Young niggas inside and I got young niggas
Young niggas with me (Straight up)

[Travis Scott & Swae Lee:]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Tattoos on my body and my face
You know them young niggas can't be tamed
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin' up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can't take it to the grave

[Swae Lee:]
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y'all talkin' I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

[Slim Jxmmi:]
I know some young niggas from the bottom
They'll do anything for a dollar
I coulda went to school to be a doctor
But I dropped out and chose to be a baller
Switchin' lanes, spittin' game in my new drop
Still on a paper chase that don't never stop
Everybody with me family, that's how we rock
Party at the mansion, we bout to flood the spot
Sremmlife!

[Swae Lee:]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin' up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can't take it to the grave

Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics - Travis Scott

Diving a hearse, I dive and I curse
I dive at my worst, we dive and we lurk
Out on the scene, blowing on green
Denim my jeans, Molly you know where they're seen
Margiela dipping, I coast, I'm out on the boat
We freestlye, niggas is spitting rhymes off the throat
I'm moving, I'm scheming moving, I'm dodging and grooving
Sway in the Morning, nigga ain't losing
IPhone 6, I'm chirping and lurking the scene
You know I get it, blowin' I'm blowin' that mean
Mr. So Clean, no bald head the dreads never, the braids whether
You niggas out here changing the weather (rain)
My dollar bills are hundreds and fifties, no twenties
Tens, I never get it, money is plenty
On a billion dollar mind scheme, on the rhyme scheme
You know La Flame doing a hundred damn five things
Dressed here, with the retro, might pull up on your show Trillelectro
Might hit the Amsterdam with the mess low
La Flame coming through, with the next flow
I'm looking at the dash, it's 12:06
I'm looking at your girl, thats my bitch!
You took her out now, she living with (me)
I ain't rolling through, with written shit
This is straight flow, waking up at the 9AM, blowing dope
Nigga like me, I'm blowing smoke
Hotel at my door, like "you gotta go,"
I ain't leaving 'til 4, yeah you gotta know
Free the Snowman, free my nigga Meek Milly
He the first nigga showed me duffle bag with millie
Nigga put me in a Bentley, nigga blowing Philly
Had me out in Philly, after Wet Willies
Took 'em to Miami, took 'em to damn Diddy
Out on the boat rolling, I'm sipping on wet willies
Once again no Ciroc, I'm moving, I'm moving good
Shout my nigga Ye, we all G.O.O.D
Shout my nigga T.I, the Hustle Gang good
Shout my niggas, NY, I'm blowing Backwoods
You know how we get it, I'm kicking it freestyle
Days Before Rodeo, nigga go get wit it

The Plan lyrics - Travis Scott

(from "Tenet" soundtrack)

You don't know where we stand
It's true
Know the plan

Last time I wrecked it, last time I whipped around
Last time I did the whippets (Yeah), last time I live reverse (Yeah, yeah, ooh)
Pour the brown, hit the reverend (Yeah), last time I hit your crib (Yeah)
Last time there was no tenants (Ooh, ooh)
I done went back in myself, felt like Hell
Fuck, I risked it, patience sell (Yeah)
Found you livin', know you thrillin', not for sinnin' (Yeah)
How I got my stripes and pendants, backin' out in the street (Yeah)
What is wild, let it be, ragers out, gotta eat (Yeah)
Not a vibe (Yeah) but a wave, with the sound by the way
Count it down, by the days (Ooh)
To myself, know they wicked, with the moves (Ooh, ooh)
I'm drinkin', off the juice, know I'm drinkin'
I be smooth, then I lose it, yeah, yeah now

You don't know where we stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's true (Yeah, yeah)
Know the plan

Close the opera
Hear the red and blue outside, I think our option's up
I recrossed it 'round the map, I had to line it up
I be swervin' on the waves, it's like a line of us (Yeah, yeah)
Move in 'verse on my turf, I'm outta line, I put in work
I draw the line and cross it first
I need the time, I need to search
It's just like wine, it make it worse
Skrrt, skrrt in the 'Vert, skrrt, skrrt
Ride on land, Boeing jet, make it land
In slow motion when I dance
In your eyes I see your trance
I run away and then you prance (Yeah)
If I show the hideaway would you hide out and let it blam? (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no time, I'm facin' scams, nah, nah (Yeah)

You don't know where we stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's true (Yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Ooh

THE SCOTTS lyrics - THE SCOTTS, Travis Scott & Kid Cudi

[Travis Scott:]
Let's go

[Travis Scott {Kid Cudi}:]
We see the hype outside (Yeah)
Right from the house, uh
Took it straight from outside {Yeah}
Straight to the couch {Mm}
We put the mic outside {Yeah}
Air this shit out, uh {Mm}
You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside {Yeah}
We runnin' the scouts {Mm}
Ain't no controllin' the gang {Yeah, yeah, yeah}
They never leave {Mm}
I got tats over my veins {Yeah}
'Cause that what I bleed {Mm}
She drink a lot of the bourbon {Yeah}
Like she from the street, uh {Mm}
We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh {Yeah, mm}
We heard that your way went dry {Yeah}
We floodin' the drought, uh {Mm}
Heard that your hood outside {Yeah}
We added some routes {Mm}
We havin' the goods outside {Mm}
Move it in and out {Mm}
You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside {Mm}
We runnin' the scouts

[Kid Cudi:]
Nigga, the cops outside (Yeah)
Lock up the house (Yeah, yeah)
We keep the team on high (Huh)
Some gold in they mouth (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, the Porsche outside (Huh)
Without the top (Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah)
She want a mimosa-sa (Yeah)
Bring in the shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell these phony bitches "Beat it"
With that Photoshoppin' body, Adobe, help me
She in there makin' panini
She know I got all the bread
She know me, got it
On my hustle, havin' visions
It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (Huh, huh)
Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay
Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey
Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these
Niggas don't know where to go
Gotta keep givin' em heat, heat (Yeah)
Time to go double though, time they add up the math, mad
And I've been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams

[Travis Scott:]
Let's go

TKN lyrics - ROSALÍA & Travis Scott

Cosa' de familia no la' tienen que escuchar
Lo' capo' con lo' capo' y yo soy la mamá
Los secreto' solo con quien pueda' confiar
Más-Más te vale no romper la marta
Hay nivele' para todo en esta vida
No jodemo' con persona' desconocía'
Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría
TKN, TKN, TKN
Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría
TKN, TKN
Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

Somo' la cara, Gaspar Noé
Tú no dispara', la vacié
VVS, VVS, Dolce Vita
Mi mambo está duro, dinamita
Tú actúa' de pie' hasta la nuca
Vestía' de negro como Kika
VVS, VVS, Dolce Vita (VVS)
El mambo está duro, dinamita

Leche con azúcar
Ella tiene medida' brazuca'
Esa mami es una G (Yeah)

Yeah, she got hips I gotta grip for (Yeah)
A lot of ass, don't need to have more
I know it's sweet, I like that
Mmm (Straight up)
I got word that it's wet, well, let's drown
Toot it up, back it up, slap it down
Don't say a word of what you heard from when I came around (It's lit)
You get it first, you get this work right when you come in town (Yeah)
Need you right here (Yeah)
Know you the queen of givin' ideas
No more new friends, don't bring the hype here (Ooh)
Know you got problems with this, but it's not fair

Cosa' de familia no la' tienen que escuchar
Lo' capo' con lo' capo' y yo soy la mamá (El papá)
Los secreto' solo con quien pueda' confiar
Más-Más te vale no romper la marta

TKN, TKN, TKN
TKN, TKN
Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

La Rosalía
Straight up!
Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

Too Many Chances lyrics - Travis Scott

If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute (oh yeah)
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds

First order of business, I gotta fly out my people
Way too many fakes in my face, I can see the evils
Drug addictions, bad bitches
They gotta be chose, see the peacoat
Black slacks, it's R.I.P. clothes, see amigos
Laid back, I cock the nino, game time, gang time
No time to reload, handle mine, take mine
I've gotta deebo, can't waste a minute
Rap Yeats, I master business, but still a menace
Peep my mojo I got together, I'm in my bag
Too many looks, they pocket watchin', gotta hit the gas
Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt
They say a nigga'd never make it, now look at me now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hood times, I never cared, I pull up there
Outside your club, I'm at your club (yeah)

And I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers

Do it (oh, yeah)
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds

And I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers

Do it (oh, yeah)
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Do it (oh, yeah)
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Do it, don't be shy
You know that I miss it, don't be shy
You know that, you know that
I don't go that way

Wasted (Demo) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Yung Lean)

[Yung Lean:]
Sir
Yeah, Lean

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted
If I really wanna get it, you know I'ma take it
Mixing-mixing ice, Sad Boys, you know we made it
I be so damn gone that I'm feeling like I'm lazy
In that white Range Rover, driving, bet you know I'm wasted
SBE, blowing cash fast, spend it to the last rack
Living life the fast track, bitches blowing Sad Pack
SBE got sad, man, you know I'm so wasted

I'm so high like a tower (Tower)
I picture myself being higher (Higher)
I wipe my face off with a towel (Towel)
I'm smoking spirits, I'm a fighter (Fighter), I'm so wasted

[Travis Scott & Yung Lean:]
I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted
Mix the Sprite with Xanny, lean, it's how we taste it
I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted
Yeah, the rockstar-life we live is so amazing, woo
I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted (Leandoer)
Mix the Sprite with Xanny, lean, it's how we taste it
I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted (Wasted)
Yeah, the rockstar-life we live is so amazing, woo, woo, woo (Lean)

[Travis Scott:]
I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted
Molly, Xan' and lean and percocets and I feel racy
I got that ice, I got that ice, it's not Fugazi
My crew done been done hold the block, we shoot that sprayin'
Come in here clean, you know we rasta like Jamaicans
Dreadlocks, we swayin', I'm in common, I'm too lazy
And then we block it out that plaza and I'm too wasted
We got that ice, we got that golden, don't be patient
And I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted
I got that ice in my chain, yeah, that's no Fugazi
I got that wrist that work, that wrist that work, that crazy
I got that good dick that-that BJ make 'em crazy, woo

Watch lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West)

[Lil Uzi Vert (O'Shaughnessy Hartley):]
(Because it's the last ride that I'm ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at AstroWorld)
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy, you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
Look, pull up Sky Dweller, and it's vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The rose gold one better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the settin'
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (Yeah)
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade, uh (Yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take, uh (It's lit)
No, can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (Laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (Yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah, they really want my soul (Yeah)
That can never go (Straight up)
Angel in the snow (White)
Always leave me cold (Ice)
Leave it on the floor but she's slidin' from the pole (What?)
Like woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Really on speed (Yeah, cash)
You and ivory is all I need (Skrrt-skrrt)
All agreed, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (Trees)
It's stuck in heat, link up with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin', I might start my summer league (League)
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen (Yeah)
No small faces, it's just an AP beamin' (Yeah, yeah)

[Travis Scott {Lil Uzi Vert}:]
Look at your Rollie, uh, {look at my Rollie, uh}
That's a small face, uh, {this a big face, uh}
She can't see my room, {fuck her in the hallway} (Yeah)
{Gettin' bored with this money}, count it all day

[Kanye West:]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
You should gon' hide it, man, it's too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin' durags, ha
Israeli guards, boy, please be mindful
Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind filled
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year, it's Illuminati, next year, it's the Sunken Place
They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch

[Kylie Jenner:]
We have bust-down Rollies, bust-down Pateks
And I told him I needed him to bust down our new baby

Water (Remix) lyrics - Tyla & Travis Scott

Make me sweat (Sweat, s-sweat)
Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath)
Make me sweat (Sweat, sweat, sweat)
Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath)

Normally, I can keep my cool
But tonight, I'm wildin'
I'ma be (Yeah) in a dangerous mood
Can you match my timing? Mmm
Tellin' me (Yeah) that you really 'bout it
Why try hide it? Ooh
Talk is cheap, so show me
That you understand how I like it

Can you blow my mind?
Set off my whole body
If I give you my time (Ooh)
Can you snatch my soul from me?
I don't wanna wait, come take it
Take me where I ain't been before
Can you blow my mind?
Set off my whole body (Whole body)

Make me sweat, make me hotter
Make me lose my breath, make me water
Make me sweat, make me hotter
Make me lose my breath, make me water

When you're low, keep you high like Flame (Flame)
Can make your whole life change (Change)
She's a palm body, yeah, but the wrist plain (Plain)
Eliantte with a bustdown chain
The way that thing move, girl, that waist change
I'm lovin' how it bounce like it got sprang
I know a couple thangs we can exchange
Created the AP, I'm on time, yeah (On time)
And you the only one that outshine it (Outshine it)
Don't matter if you dress for the fine dining (Fine dining)
Or you inside with your bonnet
I know, yeah, iconic (Iconic)
You deserve some wrist that's diamonds (Wrist)
You deserve a trip to the islands (Yeah)
If we post up, baby, don't comment
You keep it wet, that's a real-life challenge (Life challenge)
All that ass gotta pour out of gallons (Yeah)
Beauty in the top, keep balance (Balance)
Ooh, she in her bag, ooh, she wylin' (Yeah)
You ain't gotta hide your talent (Talent)
Even if you did, I better find it (Yeah)
You know I'm comin' from the H
But it's plus two-seven when I dial in

Make me sweat (Sweat, s-sweat)
Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath)
Make me sweat (Sweat, sweat, sweat)
Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath, it's lit)
(Make me sweat)
Make me sweat, make me hotter (Hotter)
Make me lose my breath, make me water
Make me sweat (Sweat), make me hotter (Hotter)
Make me lose my breath, make me water

Make me sweat, make me hotter
Make me lose my breath, make me water
Make me sweat, make me hotter
Make me lose my breath, make me water

What's Next lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Quentin Miller)

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
Got a lot of ideas, lot on my plate
Got a lot on my M, got a lot of the nay
I tend to skate, got a home, got a hundred a nay
Got a bitty, man that nigga make a hundred a day
On her minds, I done got it
Many problems, many money
Hundred Pradas, in and out it
Its in apartment, in a alley
Whole lotta world gotta run with me
And if I finesse get it gotta lotta dishin'

Nigga what's next
What the world got pills?
Where the homie got a head like yeah
What a nigga won't do
Hiding from a real right here
Got a lemon on my neck like yeah
Hundred niggas like yeah

I got a lot of ideas
Got a lot of ideas
Got a lot of ideas
Got a lot of ideas

What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect
Might get a gold chain and ice my neck
Yeah nigga what's next
Might have to go and see the vet
Cause I dogged my hoe for a check
Yeah nigga what's next
Tryna play both sides of the net
That's how you wipe out your whole set
Yeah nigga what's next, try to send a couple killers at my neck
If I die my hologram gon' flex
Yeah nigga what's next

I got a couple ideas, got a couple reasons why I'm out here
Tryna move the wave a thousand light years
Hundred, riding in the night yeah
Black Bimmer, Hans Zimmer, Hans Zimmer
Paint a picture, I'm overrated
You overrated, come on baby, high living
Hot sauce, I got a lot lot nigga for the right cost
Woah, baby, woah now I need to slow down
Back it up, I got a kitchen you know now
Guys in the lab did that for my last thing
Got it and I'mma fall, for my mommas back wings
Woah, we don't have problems, ain't no more
Yeah, high steals and the gat go
Whoa, I pass it down for my E E

[Quentin Miller:]
Yeah, yeah, what's next, yeah
What you sayin', how you different from the next yeah
I'm on a Xan, I might hit it and forget yeah
You got all the latest brands
And you still ain't did a damn thing, hol' up
Wait, low key, put the rap game in a choke hold
Got your girl doing things she ain't supposed to
Found a way to pay the bills off the Pro Tools
What's next, gotta turn into a mogul
Few bands, no Super Saiyan Goku
My nigga hit the, just hit the driver with the old school
What's next, me and Trav on a song too?
What's next, putting on for the zone two?
Yeah, I got a couple ideas, made myself a livin' off my ideas
They thought they could get rid of me, I'm right here
Niggas can't get rid of me, I'm right here

[Travis Scott:]
What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect
Might get a gold chain and that's what's next
Yeah nigga what's next
Might have to go and see the vet
Cause I dogged my hoe for a check
Yeah nigga what's next
Tryna play both sides of the net
That's how you wipe out your whole set
Yeah nigga what's next, try to send a couple killers at my neck
If I die my hologram gon' flex
Yeah nigga what's next

Zoom lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Gunna)

[Travis Scott:]
Gotta stay down, you ain't got no zoom
Big rock, diamonds, Yao Ming yoom (Yeah)
Purple lemonade, puffin' out them fumes
Heatin' up like last day in June (Ha)

[Gunna:]
Niggas stealin' my drip, that shit ain't cool
See, Eliantte let me polish my jewels
I cherish her face, I pay for her groom (Yeah)
No time to waste so I'm takin' off soon
Cash out on drip, tryna fly to the moon'

[Travis Scott:]
Lookin' like, "Who is he?" Gunna no runner, he move like me, yeah
Got foreigns, a movin' fleet, tote choppers like "Who is security?"
I fly her right in, then meet up at the room
She don't know your name, but she know all my tunes
I pass it to Los, and he shot it to Junes
You can't try none the brothers, the brothers try you (Yeah)

[Gunna:]
If you try one of us, you get put on the news (Yeah)
Pull up in that new Bentley truck, I didn't come here to lose
Made it to Clearport, forgot to say she had a dude
Bag full of money and all of these hunnids is blue
I know you proud of me, AP, I don't do apologies
High tune on my Prada tee, purchase on my new Amiri jeans
Young Gunna drip god, I fly with no wings
I let her use my card to secure her needs (Yeah)
Had to tell her girl these pearls, not beads (Yeah)
Gettin' high in the sky without my weed

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