Rodeo (2015)












Pornography lyrics - Travis Scott

Nine light years away, just outside of the Kepler solar system
We find ourselves consumed and utterly mesmerized
With a story of a young rebel against the system
Refusing to conform or comply to the ways of authority
He chose the mood of "Fuck this shit"
At that moment, the one known as Jacques turned to Scott
Chose to jump off his mama porch leading the stampede of lost souls
In the middle of their metamorphosis, not quite through with their journey
Ain't made it to wherever the fuck they gon' be in life
But wherever it is, it's better than here, so fuck you, and fuck this

No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights—, lights—, lights—
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me and come down with me
Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy

You remind me of my ex, crazy love
We designed our love around the drugs
We both in this club, we both tryna fuck
I'ma rub a dub, tryna get a nut

No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights blinding me
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me and come down with me
Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy

The story of the bastard was never told
The soul of a bastard was never sold
Will he survive, or will he fold up?
Living like a bronco, lifestyle wild and untamed
Sit sip at the top, a long list of no named
Misfits can't wait to get a chance to say "Fuck you"
To the ones who say "Fuck you"
'Til you doing ya thing, codeine and cocaine cartels
Who leads the charge of this young mob?
La Flame, he hears in his head, "The world is yours" (Yours, yours)

Wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes in the farms, might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might need to move to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish

It's the rodeo, time to get started
Houston nigga goin' James Harden
They was wildin' on us niggas in the projects
Wonder why a nigga went cold-hearted
They wanna put my soul up on an auction
But I'ma make 'em take the fall like August
And they gon' vote me right in on my caucus
And I'ma show these niggas how to get lawless
Why your hands out, asking could you hold one?
Who do I owe? Nigga, no one
They bigging you up but you low down
Animated acting frozen
I got porno pics, wish I can post them
Stackin' Franklins, I can't fold 'em
Niggas askin' for the old him
But I'm way too young to be the old him
I'ma make this shit crack Lamar Odom
'Til I climb to the top of the podium

So wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes, niggas on the farm, might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might move out to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish

We gon' rule the world, we gon' rule the world
We gon' rule the world, hmm
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never ever gonna stop it!
La Flame says, "Let your ambition carry you"

Oh My Dis Side lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Quavo)

[Part I: Oh My]

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah

[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, yeah)
Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh)
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my

I've been up for a long time (Ooh), broad day
I've been popping pills (Ooh), pouring syrup (Ooh), every day
Cuzo hanging at my aunty house (Bando) selling ye (Uh)
I got shooters dressed in camo (Grra)
Oh my (Ooh)
I've been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping
I've been flipping, flipping, syrup sipping (Flipping)
Water whippin' (Whippin')
Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my (Woo)
I might end up on a couch now (Gah), oh my
I'm on a flight now (Yeah), oh my
L.A., at another couch now (Uh), oh my
(I'm counting up nothing but Benjamins right now. Money)
Oh my
I'm on a flight now (Woo), we so high
'Bout to get some cash now (Cash), oh my
Got my momma that new house now (Momma), oh my
Now she cannot kick me out now (No), oh my
I've been up for a long time (La Flame), oh my (Oh my)
Woo!

Oh my, oh my (Uh)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, oh my)
I've been up for a long time (Long time), oh my (Oh my)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, uh, go)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my)
Oh my (Uh), oh my (Oh my)
I've been up for a long time, oh my (Long time)
Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh-ooh)

[Part II: Dis Side]

[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Wow, wow, wow, wow
Let me tell you a little story about this side (This side)
You really can't make it on this side (This side)
Lot of lone stars on this side (This side)
I feel a lot at home on this side (Ooh)
Ball 'til we fall on this side (Ooh)
Lit late night on this side (Ooh)
You never come around past midnight (Ooh)
You miss everything on this side

This side (This side), this side (This side)
This side, this side, this side, this side (Uh)
This side (Woo), this side (Ooh)
This side, this side, yeah

[Travis Scott (River Tiber) {Quavo}:]
I made a lot of money on this side (Ooh)
Lost a lot of money on this side (Ooh)
Had my first kiss on this side (Ooh)
Learned a lot of shit about this side (Ooh)
Lately I been thinking 'bout this side (Ooh)
Tryna get back on this side (Ooh)
Tryna get back what's been mine (Ooh)
I gotta get back on this side
Really miss the feeling of the late nights {Late nights}
Shit we used to do around midnight {Midnight}
Hangin' on the corner, had shit tight {Shit tight}
Doin' all the drugs, had to get right {Get right}
If I could get my partner back it would be nice {Be nice}
He would shoot the one, wouldn't think twice {Shoot the one}
He was too involved with the street life {Street life}
Only way to live on this side {This side}

This side (This side), this side (This side)
This side, this side, this side, this side {Oh}
This side (This side), this side (Oh)
This side, this side, this side {Migo!}

[Quavo:]
Young rich nigga from the Northside
Paid my dues on this side
Flippin' the bricks on this side
I made it out the hood, I'm on the other side
All my niggas on this side (This side)
Keep it one hundred on this side
Love to get money on this side
No new niggas on this side (This side)
Look at my diamonds, don't get blind (Don't get blind)
You better handcuff your ho with a zip tie (Cuff)
'Cause we'll take her, bust her down on this side (Woo)
Broke niggas stand to the left side
Handsome and wealthy on this side
I came from the bottom
And now I'm on top, that's phenomenal (Phenomenal)
This side, this side, this side, this side
If I did not make it, I wonder where I would go (Oh!)
This side, this side (This side), this side (Uh)
Graduated from the midget (Woah)
This the life I was livin' (Woah)
Graduated to a million (Woah)
It's the money that I'm gettin' (Woah)
Graduated from a hotbox
Now I'm ridin' 'round in a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt)
This how we do it on

[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
This side, this side (Woo), this side (Uh)
Always, always this side
This side, this side, this side
That's right, that's right
You never come around past midnight
Midnight, midnight
You know how I like my lean poured right
Just right, on this side
Find everything you need, everything you need on this side
This side, this side, this side, this side

3500 lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 2 Chainz & Future)

[Future:]
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
Fuck niggas, they scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot
Yah, these niggas is scared

[Travis Scott:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know

(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!)
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!)
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
(Only trill niggas I know)
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh no!)
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score!)
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public (Straight up!)
Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Woo!)
All these cups and damn, all these hoes
These niggas up to somethin' (Oah!)
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!)
It's trill niggas, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Woo!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah!)
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord! (Good lord! Ooh)

Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know

[Future (Travis Scott):]
Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas some marks and you ain't got no heart
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
I'm counting, I'm dripping, I'm fiending
I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas
Stack up a mil', nigga like it's a lil' nigga
This for the one who gon' load up that K for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me
This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God he bring me Actavis
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I'm proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy

[Travis Scott (2 Chainz):]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Yeahhh)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room (Ooh)
I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em)
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me to put the mink up (I did)
Forgiattos on the Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa)
I do shit that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug (Damn)
I was born with some nappy hair
Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah)
Real niggas my radius (Yeah)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Trill niggas on the song with me
If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter (I will!)
In a black Mercedes with her (Skrrt)
Doin' about 180 with her (Skrrt)
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident, all elegant (Elegant)
Leather shit in my front yard (Swear)
TV by my swimming pool (Swear)
Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy)
Chevelle with a new motor (Err)
Got the bitch like a sports car (Yeah)
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi (Oh)
I don't fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah!)
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station (I did)
Call momma's house the Jag station (Haha)
Emoji, sad faces (Damn)
Look at these niggas (Look!)
I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas

[Travis Scott {2 Chainz}:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow {Punkass}
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat {3500}
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know {Real shit only here}
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Definitely}
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Definitely}
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Ooh}
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know

[Future (Travis Scott):]
Ain't nobody triller than me, ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill man, I'm takin' their spot, yah, we ride on a yacht
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors

[Travis Scott:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know

Wasted lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Juicy J)

[Travis Scott:]
Wasted or nah?
(Aw, aw, yeah, aw)
Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?

Take a sip, drowning in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head
I've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head
I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit
Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit
Now, it's pay up player, pay a nigga
Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accountants
Twenty racks to show just a little allowance
Only come to Houston if the boy allow it
Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main niggas
H-Town, don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-wit-wit it
I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan
Looking in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man"
One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker
Young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah

[Pimp C:]
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[Juicy J {Travis Scott):]
There's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor
Can't handle these drugs
(Wasted or nah?)
It's only real niggas that can handle their shit, man
(Wasted or nah?)
Yeah (Wasted or nah?)
So, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?
Make sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up
Let me see you up

[Juicy J:]
Is you wasted, baby?
One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy (Trippy)
Three shots and you faded
Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated
Four shots now she wanna do the clique
Any more shots she ain't gon' remember shit
Smoking on extendos, no clips
Project hoes going up in the Ritz (Trippy)
She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh
She just wanna fuck and drink and chief all the weed up
Sexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime
Pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time"
Shawty never been a hesitator
Got her going down on the elevator
Heard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her
Fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later
No magic trick, but I levitate her
With the magic stick, nothing less than great
When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone
Don't text me later, no extra favors

[Pimp C:]
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[T.I.:]
Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say
All the products of a young man gone the long way
From the home that he knew, 'til he roamed where he at
And the phone break up, unknown wake up
Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up
If he fall, will he fly? Sure, wouldn't take much
For you to find out, jump, if you took that plunge
If not, we're in the same spot, how could you judge?
How could you judge? C-c-could you judge?

90210 lyrics - Travis Scott

[Part 1]

[Travis Scott (Kacy Hill) {Chantel Jeffries}:]
{Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis}
Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021)

[Travis Scott (Chantel Jeffries):]
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
Ooh, used to take the long way home
Long way home, all for that candy, mm (Hahaha)

[Kacy Hill:]
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo

[Travis Scott:]
Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh
He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley
Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm

[Kacy Hill:]
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo

[Travis Scott (Kacy Hill):]
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley
(Baby's hooked on feeling low)
Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley

[Part 2]

[Travis Scott:]
Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
What happened? Now my daddy happy
Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me
I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now
All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now
Friends turning into fraud niggas
Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
I'ma sell it, your niggas salary 'bout to cap bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smiling at 'em laughing at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked then passed it back, bitch
All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we in the store', yeah, we 'bout to drop a four
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told my auntie put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they counting on me
Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em
Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga

Pray 4 Love lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)

[The Weeknd:]
Oh, oh, don't pray for love
Oh, oh, say it loud
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh

[Travis Scott (The Weeknd):]
Pray for who lost they fate and died too young
Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love
Pray for my liver when I'm off in this club
I pray that the demons go away, they hauntin' us
Man, I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been living
Man, I can't take no more of the white powers in position
Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich
Told Chase we ain't going back, you know we gotta hitch
I mean, I'm aggravated, agitated, I admit
Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit
Contemplating fornicating, might as well fuck up some shit
They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist
But I'm just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix (Just ask the lonely)
If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick
Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz (Just ask the lonely)
It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us

[The Weeknd:]
Oh, oh, don't pray for love
Oh, oh, say it loud
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh

[Travis Scott {The Weeknd}:]
Pills (Pills, pills), have you ever been through life's (Through life's), challenges? Promises? Promises? (Challenges? Promises? Promises?)
Get down, I'm prayin' (Get down, I'm prayin')
Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques
Let me tell you how I turned Scott
How I went down on the block
Waterfall around ten o'clock
And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah
'Fore a nigga had the locks {Just ask the lonely}
'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops
Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch {Just ask the lonely}
Every time we in the party, took it up a notch
Now I'm thinking 'bout this new girl, and she doing pop {Oh-oh}
Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box
{Don't pray for love}
Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX {Oh-oh}
And fuck CNN, they don't wanna see us win {Say it loud}
Mama, don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more {Just ask the lonely}
I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor
You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow {Just ask the lonely}
And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow
Pray for love

[The Weeknd {Travis Scott}:]
No, oh, oh {Woah}
We don't pray for love, no more, no more {Woah, woah, woah}
We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton {You don't wanna see no more}
We don't wanna see you on the news {No more, no more, no more, no more}, all alone
{Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no, hm, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just ask the lonely}
{Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just ask the lonely}
{Hm, no, no, no, no, yeah}

[The Weeknd:]
Underrated is an understatement
They tryna test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid
These niggas fiends watching all of my moves
'Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day
I'm right here, you know where I stay
And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way
She like my show lights, she wanna be wifey
She know that if she got me that she gon' be good for life
So I pull out for the climax, faster than a hi-hat
Sorry, baby, I don't play
And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin'
And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me
My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce
Like they sell that coke, boy, shout out to the Coke Boys
They never pray for us, nobody pray for us
Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, oh, don't pray for love (Oh, oh)
Oh, oh, say it loud (Oh, oh)
Just ask the lonely
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh (Just ask the lonely)

Nightcrawler lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef)

[Swae Lee:]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, uh

Did you have the time of your life?
Let's have the afterparty at my place
Ayy, do you have some spare change?
On me, I've got hundreds I'll throw in your face

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys

Dope, I'm so dope
All these hunnies pilin' on the floor
And we stuntin', know you see the glow
Throw these hundreds, thought I'd let you know
Since LA, I've been puttin' on
Cirque du Soleil, goin' on and on
I got this money, tell me what you want
For this money, can you drop it low?

Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys
Mm, when the night calls, oh-oh-oh
When the night calls, oh-oh-oh
Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles)
Order more models (Order more models)
Order more hours (Order more hours)
Shots on an island (Shots on an island)
Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer)
The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me)
Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin')
So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys)

[Swae Lee:]
Freaks come out at night
We bring our fantasy to life
Point me to the ice
And I don't need your drink, high off life
Uh, someone kill the lights
I brought the party favors, just get piped
All my bitches right
But I want you and you tonight

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles)
Order more models (Order more models)
Order more hours (Order more hours)
Shots on an island (Shots on an island)
Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer)
The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me)
Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin')
So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys)

When the night crawls
All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls

[Chief Keef:]
Ayy, walked up in the bank (Bank)
Ordered me some funds (Beep)
Walked in the strip club
Order me some ones (Gang)
I walked up in the gun store (Huh?)
Ordered me some guns (Bang-bang)
Your bitch walked up in the spot
And she ordered me for lunch (Gang, gang)
I just ordered me some brunch (Ayy)
Korean spicy garlic (Ayy)
Bitch, I come from eating McDonald's (Uh-huh)
Girl, you know I'm from the projects (Ayy)
Like I'm a G, I come through mobbin'
Like Wu-T-A-N-G, we come through wildin'
I ain't chicken, Killer Caesar with the chopper (Bang-bang)
Boy, you don't blow no poles, I know, I know (No, no, no)
I got me some angles
I got me some money, fuck, I got me some haters (Ayy)
I got me some FedEx (Ayy, ayy), I got me some cake
I got me some UPS, I got me a freight, ayy (Gang, gang)
Order some more money (Beep)
Order some more money (Beep)
Order some more money (Beep)
Order some more bottles (Ayy)
Order some more bitches (Ayy)
Order some more money (Gang)
I know you wanna be rich, bitch (Gang, gang)

[Travis Scott:]
When the night crawls
All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night crawls
All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls

Piss On Your Grave lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kanye West)

[Kanye West:]
Yo, yo, yo

I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave
Nigga, behave, nigga, behave

[Travis Scott:]
Us niggas, we can't behave
We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves
Young niggas treated like slaves
This the moment I've been waiting for
This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
Told momma, "Bitch, get back in the door"
I've been comin' up and down, a nigga can't take no more
Kamikaze over commas
Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can't fit in
Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins
Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it
My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now
The same fuckers used to doubt
All preachin' that they proud
I pull my zipper down and whip it out

[Kanye West:]
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
Turn this up, teacher
Play this in the third grade, in the third grade
Can't hide from the truth
Now, we 'bout to go ape, we're 'bout to go ape
These streets is not safe
These niggas ain't playin', these niggas ain't playin', hunh
These niggas ain't playin'
This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam
Hop out of the Lamb', hop onto the 'gram
What the fuck was you sayin'?
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave
I'll piss on your face
I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date, ugh
Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?
Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?

Huh

Antidote lyrics - Travis Scott

Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
So, don't you open up that window (Ooh)
Don't you let out that antidote, yeah

Party on a Sunday (That was fun)
Do it all again on Monday (One more time)
Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God)
I might do it all again (That's boss shit)
I just hit a three peat (Ooh)
Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry)
I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no)
My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up)
She just want the coco (Cocaína)
I just want dinero (Paper hunt, where?)
Who that at the front door? (Who that is?)
If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shh)

Don't you open up that window (Yeah)
Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah, ooh)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (In the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)

Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
At the night show (Higher), at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga)
Ooh, at the night show (Yeah)

Anything can happen at the night show
Everything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh)
Ooh, at the night show
Anything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Ooh, your bitch not at home, she at the night show
Ooh (Straight up), fuckin' right, ho
Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show
Ooh (Let's go), let's get piped though
Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (Rrr, La Flame)
I ain't got no type though, only got one night though, we can do it twice though

Ooh (It's lit), at the night show, ooh
At the night show (Ooh, ooh), at the night show
Ooh, at the night show, yeah, at the night show, everything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Anything can happen at the night show, ooh

Stackin' up day to day, young nigga
You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga
They hatin', they stankin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where (Ah)

Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
So don't you open up that window (Ooh)
(Don't you let out that antidote)

Impossible lyrics - Travis Scott

You the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed
This the time of the year I feel alone
This the time of the year you treat me wrong
Yeah, this the late night, you know the deal (Deal)
On a late night, nowhere to chill
Yeah, I'm on the west, yeah, I'm on the west side
Off the drugs, know I'm not the best guy
But you know I always get it done, yeah
You done had all of the rappers, I'm the one, yeah
Ain't gon' lie, I remember how it feels, yeah
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma tell you this for real
(What)
Split a pack of the woods down
Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now
Always come and go and never fail
It was never love, I can tell now
She pop 'em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up
Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular
With them painted toes in them heels
Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real

Far from here

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible

Yeah you the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed (This the time)
This the time of year when I'm alone
This the time of the year we get our own
I can't lie when I'm out on the west
Yeah, the west, yeah, yeah, the west side
And lately, I ain't been feeling the best
'Cause you the best, yeah, you my best side
Now you know what you're dealing with
Now you know what's wrong, what the feeling is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rastas rolling in Benz up in here
Bandits poppin' them bars up
Man don't run up the bands up make them gun claps in here
No fear, no fear, you rock, I hear
I'm gon' let you know that the man is for real
Yeah, for real

Far from here

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible

You already (Yeah) know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable)
And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby)
You already know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable)
And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby)

Yeah
I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
I could do the impossible

Maria I'm Drunk lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Justin Bieber & Young Thug)

[Part I: Maria]

[Travis Scott:]
Made it to L.A., yeah
Finally in L.A., yeah
Lookin' for the weed though
Tryna make my own dough
Callin' for Maria
Lost without Maria
Might dive in the marina
(Ooo-oooh, uooo-ooh)

So trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
I don't mind
Trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
I don't mind
Trust me, trust me
Trust me, trust me
Trust me, trust me
Yeah, I don't mind

[Part II: Drunk]

[Young Thug {Travis Scott}:]
Travis Scott
{You know, ooh}
Thugger Thugger, nigga (Ayy)

Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
{Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey}
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}, get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
Call your friends, let's get drunk, ooh

Twelve more hours left for us in a day
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day {Ayy, ooh}
{Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy}
Bring your ass over here now
You know where, how I stay
I've been gone for some time now {Yeah}
I just want a lil' taste
Mix, mix, pour {Lean, lean}
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
Drinkin', sippin' slow {Slow it down, bae}
{Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy}
Drink so cold now, froze {Pfft}
Froze {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Froze {Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh}
Come on over, get drunk

[Justin Bieber {Young Thug}:]
Damn, girl, I be up late
If you want, you can meet me at the studio (You can meet me at the studio)
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night {Hey, ooh}
Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio (All we got is Don Julio)
{Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy}
Yeah, I'm guessin' this is new to you
Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you
Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie {Yeah, uh)
Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do (Damn right)
Let's lose each other's mind (Ah-ah)
Let's make each other's night (Ah-ah)
Take advantage of time
While we both intertwined {Slow it down, bae}
Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser (Oh no)
Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya (Oh no) {Pfft}
I know you stay sober {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
I'm sure a few drinks won't faze you {Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh}

[Young Thug:]
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Hol' up)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah

Press lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy)
Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski
Yeah, oh (Ayy)
From the back, pull her track (Ayy)
Then I'ma speed race in that (Skrrt)
My mama still got my back (Ayy)
Pull down your pants, I want crack (Yeah)
I'm growing weed, this ain't trees, bitch
My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch
Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch
Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch
Drunk and in love with my baby
Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (Tell me)
Let's take a shot together then lay up like planks (Ayy, ayy)
Never ever do I wanna leave my lil' lady (Ayy)
Catch 'em down bad, now they gotta plan 'fore that boy wake (Yeah)
Told God if I get an iced out watch, I won't be late (I promise)
Every time I try to stick it in all the way
Baby girl be like, "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy" (Haha)
"Ayy, ayy"

[Young Thug with Travis Scott:]
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
Call your friends, let's get drunk
{Call your friends and let's get drunk}
Call your friends, let's get drunk

[Young Thug:]
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy

Flying High lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Toro Y Moi)

[Toro y Moi:]
Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes (Uh)

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up on my level, disappear, please don't reply, bye

[Travis Scott:]
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, yeah
Take a sip revive, take a trip to the down south, yeah

I be flying high, can't you tell from my red eyes? (Hey)
Took a trip from Paris down to Houston for your apple pie (Oh-oh)
Where the girls get way too drunk
And they got that in they trunk (Hey)
Now turn around and show the world
How you shake that rumpty rump
Say it, we don't fuck with cops
Oh no, we don't fuck with cops (Hey)
In my backseat, I got four freaks
Who love how my speakers knock
Don't bring no sand to the beach
All we want is love and peace (Hey)
We'll find a girl to bring home
'Cause we about to take a flight to go be on, yeah

[Toro y Moi:]
(It's true)
It seems like flying's all I do
(All I do)
There's no one's seated next to you
(Next to you)
In the meantime, I'll watch colors change in the sky
And I'll watch you go by (Get down)

[Toro y Moi:]
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

[Travis Scott:]
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, it take long to get this fly
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

(Get down)

[Toro y Moi:]
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

[Travis Scott:]
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, it take long to get this fly
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

I Can Tell lyrics - Travis Scott

I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
Ooh, I can tell, baby, I can tell
You ain't told no tales, you ain't told no tales
Yeah, gone out of your way, you know we can tell
Yeah, I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell

I can tell by the night tales and the dry spells
All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from
And how we took off and how we on top
And how we won't fall, how we going up
Or how we came up, or how we came up
It all started in the basement
Was an attic but we called that shit the basement
Bass used to break all my momma vases
Unc shot my first 8 then nigga I probably wasn't eight then
Always had the gas like I broke wind
They said my way of making dollars never made sense
Come take a dive, a waterfall in the deep end
I can tell you 'bout the nights out in Fort Bend

I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
Yeah, you ain't told no tales, you don't—mhm
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell (Yeah)
No, you don't tell, yeah-ah-ah (Yeah)

Yeah, I can tell 'bout the night tales
And all the dry wells, and all the long roads
And all my ideas before the cornrows (Straight up)
How we came up and how we came down
Going donuts, coffee couldn't help now (La Flame)
How we zoned out, made it out the wood now
And what it do when they wanna be your friend now (Oh, no)
How to get it, how to live and get it in now
How to go from scraping pockets, making his demand now
I been impulsive, non-emotional, staying humble 'bout it (Yeah)
Tilt the posture, sick, pass the bottle (Yeah)
Five-o-four hot boys
Minus the bad rap like Silkk the Shocker (Yeah)
But I'ma pull up the silk, to shock her with the silk
Nigga, you know I been a rocker, dripping milk and knockers
Take it up another notcher, take it up another notcher (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
I top a, pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about ya
I'll bumbaclot you, bumba—bumba—blocka shot ya (Brrrat-brrrat-brrrat-brrrat-brrrat)
Bling and bang, a bang a rapper
Bangarang, I brought my money back
Orangutan diamonds hangin' on my neng-a-lang (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Bitches hanging on my dang-a-lang (Straight up)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (Yeah-ayy-ah)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (Yeah-ayy-ah)
Yeah, you got no tales, you ain't—mhmm
(Oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy)
I can tell, baby (Woo), I can tell (Hoo, hoo)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (How 'bout I come over there)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (All of them bitches can tell)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (All of them bitches can tell)
No, you don't tell, yeah-ah-ah

Apple Pie lyrics - Travis Scott

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you and your friends come eat with me?
And let me show you how to whip that recipe
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Oh, won't you come over and eat with me?
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe

I don't want your apple pie, mama
Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me
Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana
And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka
I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup
I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher
Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas
I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me lone?

'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no, no, mama
I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah
I don't want your apple pie, mama
I don't want your apple pie no more
I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds
Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy
Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama
I need my own pepper, please
My own legacy, my own recipe

I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (Woah)
I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark
That y'all see a legacy go up (Woah)
Goyard done break your pockets
Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (Woah)
I make in one appearance
What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (Woah)
H-Town, know we gon' stunt
I'm for real and your Rollie tick (Woah)
Look, bitch, this the Rodeo
But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (Woah)
And I don't want your apple pie, mama (Woah)
I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (Woah)
I am everything except a rapper
Shit, I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (Woah)

Roxanne tonight
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Huh, que será, será, so the story goes
On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute
Tours and shows and groupie whores
Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot, though he'd rather not
Forever been the elephant in the room
That everyone can't wait to run and tell about
The head to the body of the belligerent militant group
That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised
Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised
Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind
Will he make it? Was it worth it?
Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo

Ok Alright lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

[Part 1: Ok]

[Zona Man:]
Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight
Leaders of the new school
They ain't want to let us in but they had to
Trav, tell 'em what it is
Zona Man in the building

[Travis Scott (ScHoolboy Q):]
(Okay, okay, okay)
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
(Okay, okay, ay)
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in
(Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never, should've never let them niggas in
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
Should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
(Okay, okay, okay)

Let's get this shit lit poured right
Need my drugs alright
Call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today
(Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Now it's bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy cane
(Okay, okay), bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah

(Okay, okay, okay)
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
(Okay, okay)
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in
(Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never, should've never let them niggas in
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
Should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
(Okay, okay)

[ScHoolboy Q (Travis Scott):]
Bottom bitch say ho
Know you on top when the top get floored
Crib where the cop won't go
Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice
Tell a bitch, "Get right," make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga hit that twice
(Should have never let us niggas in)
Got my first M 2012
Now a hundred K in the mail
Free another homie on bail
Money low, her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell me money ain't shit
When you tried to tell me water won't whip
When you tried to say this quarter won't flip
Since Snoop who the other rich crip
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip
Walk on with a twenty-yard clip
Walk on while a real nigga limp
Black nigga green grass no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set
Feel like I died on that cross, hang on

[Travis Scott (ScHoolboy Q):]
(Okay, okay, okay)
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
(Okay, okay)
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in
(Okay, okay, okay)
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never, should've never let them niggas in
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
Should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
(Okay, okay)

[Part 2: Alright]

[Travis Scott:]
Alright, alright, alright
(Balling down the corner)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Take the long way home)
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

Jacques was born April 30, ayy
Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama said her son gon' be a gift
Mama said her son gon' be the shit
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama coming home with different niggas
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
Feel like I'ma need me a sip
Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]
There's blood on your face
Uh, salt on your skin
Your battle is done for now

[Travis Scott:]
Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright
Hit another lick and we gon' be alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright
Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright
Alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come, make your pudding pop
Alright all night

Never Catch Me lyrics - Travis Scott

She take a shot of Hennessy
I take a shot of Pimp C and slow up
I do this shit for him and me
I'm the next lone star to blow-up
Picture being locked in a box
Selling beats 'cause you need dollars
They say I can make it to the league, mama
500 dollars all we need, mama
Then we gon' be on
Tired of seeing the lights off
Pops heatin' up the stove
Was close to stealing and killing, now just to get 'em on
Couple drinks down of Rosé
I'm tipsy, y'all faces done look like an emoji
The RAV4 turned into a Rover
'Til it took flight and ended up on the shoulder
Now our money a little longer
Lookin' back how we finnesin', we ain't know shit
They gave me three, got twenty five on the low
Who knew that lump sum would get me on?
My fifteen seconds last a little longer, longer
I can shit all day, diaper
Call that eat-all-day; itis
Will I ever fall off? I doubt it

No, no, no, no
All these diamonds shinin'
All this gold on me, all these foes on us
How do I dodge these zombies?
They want my soul from me
Know that I'm gone, but one thing:
They will never catch me
Falling off, falling off
Never catch me falling off
Falling off, never catch me
Falling off, falling off
Never catch me falling off, falling off
(Oohh, ohh, oohh) Right
(Oohh, ohh, oohh) Right
(Oohh, ohh, oohh)

mixtape: Days Before Birds (2016)












Black Mass lyrics - Travis Scott

Always used to pull up pop trunk at Chancellors
Yeah, growing hard
Falling hard, like a cancer
Yeah, always in the city
Always keep a dancer
Yeah, she playing in my hair
She gotta keep me handsome
Yeah, she just in the shower
S-she not with the cameras
Never asking questions
Never giving answers
That's the code, that's the code, to the masses
Black bastards, black masses
Yeah, on my 2Pac mom shit, black panther
You flexing one-on-one, one-on-one, Kyla Prattin'
Me? On my rock-n-roll shit, Mick Jagger
I'm in these Hidden Hills with M&M's, Kardashian
Yeah, I might need a doctor Aftermath is tragic
I've been taking all my doses
Keeping up and active
Rager ain't no major
That's a black basket
Mask it, walk on Nazareth to black caskets
Yeah I got the code, code to the masses
Black masses

I'm way up, way up, way up
Till Nobody can hold wi back

Fish N Grits lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Wale)

[Wale:]
That post "Rodeo" flow, you know
Folarin the genius, Scott the genius
Mm, look, yeah

[Wale (Travis Scott):]
Cartier, what your wrist doin'?
In the Ace with my nigga whip
Real nigga in that Will&Rich
I ain't stoppin' 'til a nigga fifty mil'
I ain't trippin' 'til a nigga hundred mil'
I ain't trippin' 'til I'm five hundred mil'
Funny, weighin' on the money
But I'm buyin' ice to let all of these niggas chill
(Never ever gotta write a will)
(Niggas won't beat me like Emmett Till)
(Niggas won't bite me like Holyfield)
(Might run it back on you, I'm in the field)
Hey, that money be comin' in, look
Money be comin' in, look
(I just left the "Rodeo")
Then she ridin' my jawn again
(She ridin' my jawn again, got up on again)
(And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her)
(You know I'm a stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner)
(You know I'm a loner, loner, loner, loner)
Smokin' that dope, only Cali could grow it
Doin' my shows, all the bitches gon' bump us
Show off my card, there's livin' with no limit
I could buy a house and a Benz in the mornin'
This is important

[Travis Scott:]
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up a pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this

Never seen nothin' like this
Yeah, don't make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit (Skrrt)
Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
Swerving, switching through traffic
Every time I call your phone (Brrr)
I'm picking up, hearing static
Lobby looking like Magic (Woo)
Living room on Stadium (Woo)

[Wale:]
She ain't too far from the DMV
From the DMV, I am the greatest one
I'm not a killer, boy, don't make me one
I'ma chill, I got a baby comin'
My partner said it's gon' be tougher for you
You ain't sucker pussy or fake as them
Real G nigga (Yeah) elementary, nigga (Woah)
Doja rolled in a Swisher (Yeah) Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga; Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Had to change the line a nigga wrote
Because America just hate to sees niggas winning

[Travis Scott:]
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this

Hot Sauce lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. PartyNextDoor & Quentin Miller)

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
All this purple Act, oh-ohh, ohh
Right before the beat drop
My diamonds shaking, diamonds shaking
On a addy, I work flex
[?] come from [?]

[Travis Scott:]
On the screwed up, screwed up, screwed up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey

[Travis Scott:]
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce
Hit her with the moves like Hot Sauce
One-two-three like Hot Sauce
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce
Hit her with the moves like Hot Sauce
One-two-three like Hot Sauce
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce

[Quentin Miller:]
Rain, rain, rain, rain, don't go away, yeah
We got more to spend, got more to spend
That ain't all we came wit', yeah, yeah
All them bills, get all them paid wit', yeah, yeah
Ballin' on 'em like Calvin Cambridge
Pray the rain don't go away, yeah, ayy, ayy
Rain, rain don't go away, yeah

[Travis Scott (PARTYNEXTDOOR):]
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce (hot sauce)
Hit her with the mood like Hot Sauce (hit her with the mood like)
One-two-three like Hot Sauce (aw, yeah)
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce (uhh)
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce
Hit her with the moves like Hot Sauce
One-two-three like Hot Sauce
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce

[Quentin Miller:]
Rain, rain, rain, rain, don't go away, yeah
We got more to spend, got more to spend
That ain't all we came wit', yeah, yeah
All them bills, get all them paid wit', yeah, yeah
Ballin' on 'em like Calvin Cambridge
Pray the rain don't go away, yeah, ayy, ayy
Rain, rain, don't go away, yeah

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Thousand dollar trip like hot sauce
I'ma make it flip like uh, uh

[Travis Scott (PARTYNEXTDOOR):]
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce (hot sauce)
Hit her with the mood like Hot Sauce (mood like)
One-two-three like Hot Sauce (one-two-three, I'ma)
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce (uhh)
Oo-ee, like hot sauce (hot-hot-hot)
Hit her with the mood like Hot Sauce (ohh)
One-two-three like Hot Sauce (yeah)
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce (shake it)

Oh Me Oh My lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. G4SHI, Quavo)

[GASHI:]
Yeah, shutdown
Whoo, shutdown
Ayy

Oh me, oh me, oh my

I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
See them rollin' with me, yeah, they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me, oh my

I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side

[Quavo:]
(Migo, Migo, Quavo!)
Oh my, oh me, oh my, I know these niggas some small fries (Oh my!)
Oh me, oh my, I serve a nigga like it's Five Guys
(Serve 'em!)
Lil' bitty bitch with the brown eyes (Bitch)
She cook up the dope a million times (Whip)
And it come back to me a trillion times (Come on back)
Birds singin' just like
Ginuwine (Brr)
Independent, never signin' (Independent!)
Bitch I bought my own diamonds (Bitch I did)
Gangsta nigga, move in silence (Gangsta nigga)
I met my plug on the island (Plug)
Young nigga hot in designer (Hot)
Feds watchin', they can't find me (12)
We make the birds take a shower (Shower)
Free my niggas in confinement (Free my niggas)
These niggas lookin' like cowards
Mama said don't fuck with you, boy, you sour (Mama)
The way that I play with the white
You'd think that a nigga be cookin' with flour (White)
Got a sniper in the tower (Row)
Money bring more power (Ayy)
I got a sniper in the tower (Row)
He been up for 24 hours

[GASHI {Travis Scott}:]
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
See them rollin' with me, yeah, they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us (yeah, yeah), don't come to our side {straight up}

[Travis Scott:]
Come from the club around 3:30
I've been up in it, go James Worthy
I've been up, goin' up, way up
Thinkin' about it all day, fuck
How many more could fit in the ride?
Hit me, I'll pull up on any side
All of my niggas on M
All of my bitches off M

Open, open up, baby
You know that I'm goin', goin', goin', goin' right now
Hundred bottles, we get poppin' right now
Smokin', don't you choke on dopest right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh me, oh my, oh me, don't try
Won't you come home for a ride?
We can do this for the night

[GASHI:]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
See them rollin' with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side

[Quavo:]
If you not fuckin' with us
If you not fuckin' with us
Then say you not fuckin' with us
We don't wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don't wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don't wanna fuck with that fake shit
If you not fuckin' with us
Then young nigga don't even say that shit
If you not fuckin' with us
You know that we don't even play that shit
Then you the one we can't trust
You'll be the one we can't trust
You'll be the one we can't trust
If you not fuckin' with us

[GASHI:]
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side

Ooo Nana lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)

[Young Thug:]
Ooo mama, Thugger want that punana
Switcharoo, I know, I know what to do on her
On the moon when I take off on the shroom mama
Looney Tune flyin', whip it, what's your groove mama?

[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside, your niggas ain't here, bruh
Your bitch say my dick that new fashion trend, bruh
All this money, all these hundreds, damn it's endless

[Young Thug:]
Ooo mama, Thugger want that punana
Switcharoo, I know, I know what to do on her
On the moon when I take off on the shroom mama
Looney Tune flyin', whip it, what's your groove mama?

[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside, your niggas ain't here, bruh
Your bitch say my dick that new fashion trend, bruh
All this money, all these hundreds, damn it's endless

[Young Thug:]
Ooo mama, Thugger want that punana
Switcharoo, I know, I know what to do on her
On the moon when I take off on the shroom mama
Looney Tune flyin', whip it, what's your groove mama?

Pour Up lyrics - Travis Scott

Riding around in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop when you roll it
12 pull us over you'll hold it
You the coldest girl I been loving
You the hottest girl and you know it
I might just let you pour that for real yeah

Got a little, got a little trip
Got a little, got a little lift
Got a little, got a little lit

Man I woke up up in the middle of the night
And just fillin' up my backwood all up
As many extendos as possible
Money, money alcohol pussy weed
Everything on me weed and the lab-anos
Got the diam-anos, angelos
You get it vámonos
I gotta' know
One thing about you, I'm finna' menage you
You still give me time yeah you know, massage you
You might make me hide you, but
How you can but you know that you winnin'
You know what you wearin'
The [?]
You know when you in it
Come with more hydro and NyQuil
More Xan than a Bicycle, you know that I roll it
Roll it you I'm rollin' my pollie only from my coaches
Niggas know I remote control it
Money, fuck it, I need money homie
Got that money comin' in, outta the spot
Got it hot, on lock as approaches
Hop in my whip we get coastal yeahhh

Got a little, got a little trip
Got a little, got a little lift
Got a little, got a little lit

Riding around in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop when you roll it
12 pull us over you'll hold it
You the coldest girl I been loving, for real
You the hottest girl and you know that
I might just let you pour that for real yeah

Raw Raw 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

The Hooch lyrics - Travis Scott

Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch (Yeah!)
Mix up the hooch (Up the hooch)
No, this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch (Off the hooch)
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch (Yeah!)
Mix up the hooch, umm, yeah

Fly done changed (Yeah!)
All in the mall, I ain't got no brain (Yeah!)
Doin' shit together we can't do again (Straight up!)
Brooklyn with the combo, I'll put in pain
Ooh, I'm back for another one
Ooh, I like the way you wind it (It's lit!)
Ooh, I hate when we're distant (Yeah!)
Ooh, she want a Michael, she don't do Jermaines (Hee-hee)
Prince with the hundreds, yeah, purple rain (Hee-hee)
Roll me up a Backwood, I can't do no planes (Hee-hee)
When I take a sip, I swear I know myself (Yeah!)
I can teach your ass the combo, don't tell nobody else (Straight up!)

Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch (Up the hooch)
Mix up the hooch (Up the hooch)
No, this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
Feelin' kinda loose off the hooch (Yeah!)
Yeah (Yah!), loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch (It's lit!)
Mix up the hooch (Straight up!)

Yeah, Clark Gable
Ain't no actin', leave yo' feelings at the crap table
In the party, I got jiggas in my Winnebago
Only horses, don't do Porsches cause they're never stable
Off the hooch juice, ooh
Off the hooch juice, ooh
Pop two tens, that's a twenty, we just started
Damn, I'm sorry if I end up crashin' in garages
Yeah, think you run your city, but you're barely joggin'
Yeah, think I'm shitting on you, but I barely farted
Yeah, might just cop the 'parment, put it in apartment, yeah, yeah
Biggie Poppa way I hit my baby, baby, yeah, yeah
Lil Wayne on the bracelets for a Cartier, yeah, yeah
V. Live or V. Live I cannot choose
If I tell you the combo can I trust you?
Umm, yeah

Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No, this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
Feelin' kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch
Mix up the hooch, umm, yeah
Yeah

Uber Everywhere (Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Madeintyo)

[Travis Scott:]
K Swisha on the track
You think I should do this and drop this shit like tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah
Yahh, yeah, alright
Run it, run it, run it
Put it on repeat, put it on repeat, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright

Okay, it's late, yeah (Yeah)
Uber to your crib, I cannot wait, yeah (It's lit)
I've been moving at a race (Straight up)
Tell me what we going through's a phase
Shit I can't escape
All this shit I can't evade (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hate, yeah, they do that by the day (Yeah, yeah)
On these skates, I've been moving state to state
Fuck that lobster and that steak
I got mo' shit on my plate
Rolling in my Uber, that's just how I use my time
Blowing on that Backwood, that's just how I ease my mind
Looking out the window, hoping it all would be fine
Pay no mind, they don't pay no mind, yeah, yeah, yeah
Magic City they shaking that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds of Atlanta they be bad, yeah, yeah, yeah
When we hit V Live, I got that bag (Straight up)
Big Tho, DJ Eric got that bitch on smash, yeah, yeah, yeah
Play that shit that make 'em dance, yeah
After call me when you done counting them bands, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Please don't let it get late (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma Uber to your crib, I cannot wait (It's lit)
I've been moving at my pace (Yeah)
Tell me what we going through is just a phase, yeah yeah yeah (Straight up)

[MadeinTYO:]
North side coolin' shawty, yeah, that's where I stay
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick redbone shawty where I lay
Bad bih in L.A. tell me that she'll make the trip
Shawty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every-fucking-where pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn yeah I think that bitch from the 6

Shawty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shawty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, I Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Ayy (Skrrt-skrrt)

Yah Yah lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
If I take these Xans with you
If I take these Xans
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got all the plans for you
I got all the plans, if I take a Xan
If I take these Xans with you
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got all the plans, if I spend these bands with you
Would you pull up on a man? Do it on demand?
If I take all of these Xans with you?
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got all the plans, I got all the plans for you
If I take all of these Xans
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got, I got all the plans for you
Yeah

[Young Thug:]
(Hee!)
I'm swaggin, committed
Young Skooly, ayy, hold it (Hold)
Them booties, they callin' (Brr)
I fuck 'em, I duck 'em (Yeah)
Hah, I'm swaggin' (Swag)
Young Thugger, I'm bleedin' (Thugger)
Young nigga make it rain for no reason
Hah, hah, hah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a real beast (Yeah)
Lil bear, big bear (Grr)
Killer, killa
No wolf trap, kidnap (Swoo!)

Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Thugger)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

I'm beasting, neck glacial (Thugger)
I'm icy (agh), a penguin (hah)
I pop-pop the forty (yee)
I cut-cut, then snort it (yee)
Nigga, watch out (woo), baby, hold up (woo)
Nigga (woo), nigga back up (ahh)
Nigga act up (woo), you get smacked up (woo)
Nigga murk you, nigga shot calls (woo)

Yeah, yeah-yeah (Hol' it)
Yeah (Hol' it), yeah-yeah (Hol' it)
Yeah (Hol' it), yeah-yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

That AP, that Rollie 'iantte
Do you see me? Not on me (Nah)
Homie-killer, kill homies (Swea)
You lil Jabronis know me (Knew it)
Impeccable (Yeah), I'm telling you (Yeah)
I bleed out (Swear), my avenue (Ice)
I promise, ain't tellin' you (Cash)
No story (Why?) I ain't flexing, fool (Swear)
Shawty's something to do (Swear to God)
But I'm doing two (Doing what?)
And I'ma do her too (Swear to God)
Got rich, got rich
Woo! (Woo)

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah

Okay, I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'
We jetpack that new Jeep, you know that it's stolen
I had to move on, right, that old shit annoyin'
I been had the fame now, she work at the door an'
I pull up, I cash out, you know that, I do
I nail that, I film that, she hate that, it's true
I'm in that, I'm missing, she feeling a way
Some prometh', some 'tanyl, some things I, can take
What's happenin', what's boppin', what's brackin', you know
We pull up, we throw sets, we chuck it, then go
We flamers, we flamed up, the side out, kick doors
I'm in that, she winnin', ain't gettin' out windows
I'm poppin' a Xan now, I'm Perc'in', don't vert
If I show your ass, perk out your shirt
With two Xans, you go now, let's wave it, let's go
On one-two, on one-two, you know what to do

[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah

[Travis Scott:]
Won't you come around, yeah
Diamonds in my town, uh
Bad guys in my town, yeah
That right there's my dime, yeah-yeah

[Young Thug & Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah

[Travis Scott:]
X, it takes my pain
I've been inside and jumping
Rat-tat, lose your brain
Paint that bitch right through your brain, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah

[Young Thug:]
I got latitude, I was reaching out the avenue
Capture you, beat you bad, nigga, battle you
Snake shit, shoot your chest and shoot your bladder, too
Ape shit, we go monkey, go banana, too
Difference between me and him is he gon' run from you
And I'm nev' gonna run, I'ma gun at you
Hunnid K for the teeth got some gum on you
Cause my wife is too bad, she the bomb on you
Baby, suck that dick until it cum on you
I'ma suck that pussy, put some nut on you
She gon' drawdown with me, got you runnin', too
And just for that, I might put a son in you
Put that thirty piece right in my bomber, too
Quarter milli' Chanel, and she stuntin', too

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