Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer lyrics - Travis Scott
Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin'
Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'
After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin'
Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor
Still rollin' up Swishers
Now it's Bimmers double parking, fuck payin' the meter
In your club, on your couches, got paid to be here
On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features
How could they tease us? Only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
Around 3 AM, dawg
I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall
Bad mamacita, Miami Heat her, put her in a two-seater
Too bad I couldn't three-peat her
Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper
House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter
With more stamps than a skinny nigga, got tats on my visa
I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it, I mean
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus
I might fuck 'round, lose my mind
Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus
Mamacita lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)
[Travis Scott, (Rich Homie Quan) {Young Thug}:]
{What, what?}
Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh)
Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh)
[Travis Scott:]
This the last days to the rodeo
Last night had me down in the back, comatose
Don't think sun shades and a pill gon' help
Once I'm gone, can't tame myself (Myself, myself)
Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita
You know I really need ya, need ya, need ya right now
She get freaky when the light's down
The shit's crack, no way niggas could pipe down
With the head first, got her straight out of the night gown
Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town
They got them porn star big booties
Let me film it, then shoot it, 3D money, no illusion
Depending if I'm feelin' bougie, might hit your line, bitch
[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)
Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)
Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)
That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita
That's my—
[Young Thug:]
Motherfuckin' girl, I love her, I'ma give her the world (Woo)
Ayy, fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother (Woo)
I just might give her my little girl (Woo)
No, no, I won't let go, bro, bad ho
She look the best with a 'fro (Woo)
Natural nat-nat on go (Woo)
Damn, Quan, turn on the stove (Woo)
Whip it 'til I have a stroke (Woo)
I do not fuck with America (Woo)
I get it straight off the boat (Brr)
Oh, damn (Woo)
The kush, it never make me choke
Slow down, I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham (Woo)
Damn, twenty-five thousand on an old school Cam
SS me, these bitches wan' molest me
Damn, they'll sex me, she a lesbian
She want chicken like sesame
And she tryin' to undress me, test me
Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? (Hey)
[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)
Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita
(Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)
Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)
That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita
That's my—
[Rich Homie Quan:]
Bad little college ho that I got on the east skirts of Decatur
(What you talkin' 'bout, Rich Homie?)
Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up, fuck my neighbors (I know they can't fucking stand me, nigga)
I fuck a nigga bitch and turn her like a table (Ha)
Ayy, I'm still practicin' so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God)
Ayy, still wearin' long socks and shorts like Fabo (D4, D4, D4)
He was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll (Tryna get some money)
Ayy, got a stupid bitch who'll do whatever I say so
Ayy, money on your head like a Jesus piece (What?)
Right now I'm higher than Khalifa be (Gone)
Bad bitch lookin' like a Filipina (Bad)
Ooh, you're killing me (Ha), ooh (What?), remember me
You (You), finna be (What?), deceased if you keep calling me
Therefore I
[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)
Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)
Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)
That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita
Quintana, Pt. 2 lyrics - Travis Scott
[Travis Scott:]
I'm finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week, straight off finessin'
La Flame
Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (Straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me high (That dope)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Stack on black as True Religion (Straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin' (That dope)
I done fucked me 'round five bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (Oh no)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah they all finessin'
[T.I.:]
Man, here it go, fish scale, A1 perico
Fill PJs up with kilos, then sell it like it's legal, yeah
Everybody he know, could have gotten hit with the RICO
Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though
Feds had to let him go in a week or so
Still, still need the key to blow
Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long
Man the team was so on, damn it seem like so long
Ago, we had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
The people always run up on us in Texas though
Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though
Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams
Almost on the verge of doing some big things
Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen
And now he playin' 'round with fifteen or more, ayy
You know a nigga love nice things (Nice things)
And the price in the hood is too frightening
Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing
It's time for me to do my thing (Hey)
[Travis Scott:]
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin'
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)
How high?
Tell me why she wanna leave me?
She used me to get high
Oh she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me why she wanna leave me?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame, this journey, it's the last days
Drugs You Should Try It lyrics - Travis Scott
[Backwards:]
Chase the night away
I know you're getting ready to
I know you wanna move,
I know you wanna dance
When you're home alone in the mood
I try it if it feels right
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better
The night gets brighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
[Backwards:]
Chase the night away
I know you're getting ready to
I know you wanna move,
I know you wanna dance
When you're home alone in the mood
We up all night, from dawn to dusk it's always poppin'
I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options
I played the drums, she rolled the drugs
I rocked the club, we both throw up
We was the band you never heard before
You got that tat above your crack
And on your cat, you be right back
Your momma never know
We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones
When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone
I take that puff, you take that puff
You know we never care to overdose
I try it if it feels right (Oh)
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better
The night gets brighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
[Backwards:]
Chase the night away
I know you're getting ready to
I know you wanna move,
I know you wanna dance
When you're home alone in the mood
Shit, I try it if it feels nice
Shit, this kinda feels nice
M-miles and miles away
Miles and miles away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you gettin' ready to
Take the night away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you're gettin' ready to
Chase the night away (Ooh)
You love me, darling
Don't Play lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The 1975 & Big Sean)
[Matty Healy:]
Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No! He's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?
[Travis Scott (Big Sean):]
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Oh no)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Those niggas) La Flame
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up, straight up)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas
[Travis Scott:]
Know I need my dollars
Know a nigga need my commas (Straight up)
She was down when I dropped out of college
Down, she was down when I rode Impalas (Slay)
Played with her pussy in the Jeep
Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin' (Oh no)
Jumped in the car when she hit my digits
Don't want nothin', just to pull up at the projects (Skrrt)
Easy to me my nigga
Villa with a scene, youngin' always seen with a killer (Straight up)
Hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off
Ain't it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga
From the corner put it on for the south? (Straight up)
On my mamma, know a nigga be coasting (Bless up)
Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my bottles
Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my chronic (That go)
Keep ya head up in the air, my nigga
Niggas gon' be billionaires, my nigga (Straight up)
Fuck how much time that shit might take
Niggas ain't playin' with 'em!
(Playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em)
[Travis Scott {Big Sean}:]
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas (La Flame)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas {For sure} oh, no
I ain't playin' with these niggas {La Flame, you know I got you, nigga, you my brother}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas {On God}
I ain't playin' with these niggas {B.I.G Sean Don, my aura gold, straight up, you know it}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
[Big Sean:]
Bitch don't you play me, don't you try me
I need the exact amount
Look at my face, ho, eye-to-eye me
I'm a boss, make sure you and your homies dress up, tight attire
When you see me, ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it
I mean, goddamn, nigga!
You forgot where I came from? I'm from where you ain't from
Where you can't come, where it ain't none
Where these bitches is bitches and they ain't nuns
Where they hate from
But as soon as you blow they act like they been down since day one
Where there's fuckin' tank guns
But niggas never join the army, like it ain't one
If I ain't got it then I'm huntin'
I'm either countin' or I'm cummin'
Swear I just done bought that mansion
Treat that shit like it's a dungeon
Up at 5 AM still workin', but I treat it like it's one
I'm never actin' like I got it
Bitch, I'm actin' like I won it on these niggas!
[Travis Scott {Big Sean}:]
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas) {Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas {That Detroit nigga}, La Flame
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas {La Flame}, oh no
I ain't playin' with these niggas {Those niggas}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these— {Detroit}
[Travis Scott:]
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas
Skyfall lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)
[Travis Scott:]
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy, oh no
It won't get me high, oh no
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'
Yeah, that's that loud shit, yeah
I been out on my latest trip
I've been drunk in my latest whip
So I might crash in that ass for real
Hit the club for the cougars
I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther
I'm just tryna ball, why these niggas want me neutered?
Got her down to her drawers, tryna get a little nuder
They just wanna hang like my nigga Mr. Cooper
I'm so 'head of my time, could I show up any sooner?
They said I fucked the roommates so you know that just a rumor
Have you ever got stoned with your motherfuckin' jeweler?
Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler, yeah
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs kee—
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
[Young Thug:]
The drugs keep on callin'
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
[Young Thug (Travis Scott):]
(Ooh, ah)
Look me inside of my eyes (Ooh, ah)
(Ooh, ah)
All of this pain, but I'm tryna disguise (Ooh, ah)
I'm it, like a game that get played by a kid
Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig
Diamonds water like I bought 'em from a squid
A1's what she get when she want dick
Black diamonds like I'm Akon kid
Whippin' I can turn a two to a six
Real talk, on Blood you dead (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)
And I still want that head like a lid
Hit the school, make it rain on a principal
I will leave a nigga smokin' like an Optimo
All my bitches they on gringo
They riding with heat, ready to sting bro
I got 300 bitches like I'm Sosa, ho (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)
My jewelry shinin' like some Mop & Glo
Inside her pants is a camel toe
I swear I fell in love with all those
(Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)
[Travis Scott:]
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs kee—
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
[Young Thug:]
Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga
Zombies lyrics - Travis Scott
And the kids sing (Ooh)
Yeah, I like that, I like that
Yeah, kids sing
We will understand if they don't (Louder)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yell louder)
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)
Alright, alright, she take too many martinis
She slip straight out bikini (Straight up)
She let me grand slam outside the Denny's (Straight up)
How we gon' get Oscar proud if they pay us pennies? (La Flame)
I'ma need my dollars now, stack it 'til they envy
Ya feel me? (Skrrt)
The kids, they need that
I get that feedback, sit back, relax (That dope)
I'm on that relapse
Your ass gon' die if you blow my high
I been over Coastin', just was beatin' in my Lotus (Straight up)
All that loud talk like your dope, we never noticed (La Flame)
You ain't feelin' it, nigga, 'cause you sober (Straight up)
I'm ballin' in the game with players, you behind the coaches
Come take a trip on my lair by the Third Coast and
Come floatin'
La di, da, di, da, di, all the kids shout at the party
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more
(Yeah, I like that, I like that, yeah, kids sing)
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, louder, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yell louder, yeah)
You know when I was fourteen
I wanted to do a lot of kick ass shit
Yeah
Pornographic, so dramatic, cinematic
Diamond flashes, so Jurassic, dress so classic
Roll that cabbage, get put in casket, you dope fanatic
You the baddest, I'm sarcastic, we both laughin'
I'm the baddest, I'm out in traffic, four engine backin'
Stuffed in Suburban, twelve bitches straight out the beauty pageant
You know Reebok keep La feet hot, they be shipping package
GL 600 or the Palace, that collab with Classics
Tell me what you need, I got everything green
Money, money, money trees, I buy everything
That bitch need no wedding ring, she need a bean
That boy walked in mall, that boy he need a beam
I done fucked her twice, you bought her Fendi things
I done sipped the act', now I'ma leany fiend
I can do this by myself, don't need no team
I got all these kids and all these kids gon' sing
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)
Sloppy Toppy lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Migos & Peewee Longway)
[Edna Wright:]
Darling, when the moon is bright
I want you to be holding me tight
[Quavo:]
Migo!
She see me pull up in that 'Rari
I'm thinkin' 'bout choppin' the toppy (Chop the top, skrrt)
Got bitches on bitches, they run 'round the lobby
They know that I got it (Ooh, go)
I got too much money signs, sorry, can't fit in my wallet (No)
Sloppy toppy, you can't touch my wallet (Sloppy top)
Sloppy toppy, know the bitches got it (Woo, oh)
Know that she got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it (What she got, huh?)
Sloppy toppy (Ooh, ooh, agh)
Sloppy toppy, huh (Nasty)
Know that she got it (Know, oh)
Know that she got it (I know)
Sloppy toppy, bet the bitch has got it (Huh)
Sloppy toppy, bet that bitch has got...
[Travis Scott:]
Brrt, hello?
Migos, they know that I got it (Oh, straight up)
Know that my wristwatch is sloppy
Now they want a double dutch in my pockets (Straight up, yeah, yeah)
Tell me one thing, is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?)
Girl, is you 'bout it? (Lil' bitty bitch, is you 'bout it?)
Gotta know before we let you tiptoe and run through the lobby (Run through the lobby, fuck is you sayin'?)
But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby (Damn, damn, straight up)
So she gave me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy goddess (Like the sloppy toppy goddess, slop, slop)
Over the garden (Over the garden, slop)
Over the garden (Over the garden, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, what a goddess
On my province, we don't do massages (Straight up), just ménages (Oh)
She like to talk shit when we fuck, after she claims she forgot it (Straight up)
She don't tap out, no tap out, she'd rather just black out
Then we take trips to her trap house
We been pullin' them stacks out
Call over your friends, bend over, they poppin' for bands
Can't stop if I can
No, I do not do beer cans, fuck is this, frat house?
[Travis Scott:]
I know that she got it, Quavo know that she got it
Know that she got it
[Quavo:]
I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Quavo!)
[Quavo:]
I pull up and pick her up (Get her bruh, go)
I know that she bad (Bad)
And I know that the head is so good when she got around (Ooh)
I know that we call her the sloppy toppy (Sloppy top, woo)
My pockets so sloppy (Sloppy top, woo)
I pull out the whopper (Rrah), the chopper
Just know that's who shot ya (Uh, who?)
Me (Woo, uh)
Pull up in that 'Rari I don't have a key (Who got the key, huh?)
She hop in the whip, disappear like a genie (Go)
[Takeoff:]
She got the sloppy toppy (Ugh), bitches want my broccoli
She after my money, Monopoly (Huh?)
Them twitter bitches wanna follow me
I make 'em swallow me then kick 'em off of my property
Paparazzi keep on stalkin' me (Flash)
Feel like the Federali's keep on watchin' me (12)
Worth a hundred mill', niggas can't talk to me (Hundred mill')
Get sloppy toppy, but you givin' currency (Egh)
I make your bitch work for me, she at the DoubleTree (Bitch)
Chopping strong, OG gas bags of that Hercules (Bag)
Removing the top off the Audi, do surgery (Ayy, ayy)
Red on the bottom of my shoes, it's a murder scene
I don't want your bitch, she a nat-nat (Nat)
Pull up in the Audi, it's a hatchback (Hatchback)
Kickin', pimpin' and I'm luxury livin'
Makin' it disappear, I'm a magician (Yeah)
[Quavo:]
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)
[PeeWee Longway:]
Sloppy in the wrist and all my pockets (Bands, count it)
Come here, lil' bitch, I want sloppy toppy (Bitch)
Butt-naked fuckin' in Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Her pussy wet, I call it Fiji water (Fiji)
I know she got it, I'ma beat it for her (Beat it for her)
Then I dismiss the bitch and ignore her (Get the fuck out)
They know I got it, I'm at the top list of Forbes (Top list of Forbes)
Blue Benjamins on me, no dubs (Blue Benjis)
Duffel bag filled up like I'm Money Mayweather
Boogers in my Rollie, Pikachu yellow (Brr, ugh)
Pick a shoe, Balenci, Maison Margiela
Pick a big bezel, which bezel is better? (Which bezel is better?)
My jeweler know I got big cheddar (Bag)
Double Lambo, double parking wherever (Ooh)
Double R Ghost, jump out with an umbrella (Skrrt, skrrt)
Come with me, we take off like space shuttles
Longway, Longway (Bitch)
[Quavo {Offset}:]
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it {Offset}, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)
[Offset:]
Sloppy toppy in the Maserati (Sloppy top)
She gon' get on top me, ride me like a Harley (Vroom)
I don't fuck with the molly, look at her body (Body)
She a hottie like a bag of Takis (Hottie)
Beat the pussy like I'm Pacquiao (Beat it up)
Squeeze the nipples like you milk a cow (Wah)
Pull up in the car that she can't pronounce (Skrrt)
Dick in her mouth, you'd think she got a root canal (Ah)
Thirty thousand for her Birkin (Thirty K)
Fat booty, shawty perfect (Perfect)
She gag on the dick and she burpin' (Ah)
She swallow my kids like a Slurpee (Whoa)
Good brains, she nerdy (Ooh)
I'm wonderin' what is her purpose (What is it?)
When I get around her I get nervous (Huh)
Little mama, she clean like detergent (Clean)
[Quavo:]
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it
Basement Freestyle lyrics - Travis Scott
Yo, uh
Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker
Dead-stock sixes and shit
Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh
Uh, by the bar (Bar), buy the bar
Bitches on my table everywhere (Where)
On the floor, condoms on my dresser (Straight up)
On my business, never plannin'
Never sober (La Flame), thinkin' blew me up (Up)
Body shots took on your bitches titties
Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third
Speed the fourth gear grindin' up
On everything, it's my year (Straight up)
I got it now, everything I ever asked for
We gettin' it, far from mama's Jeep
She never tinted it
She frozed up, I unfrozed her
Now come a little closer (Straight up)
Get your ass up off that wall
And go roll up that doja (That dough)
Tell your boyfriend bust that key
Go 'head and fill ya nose up (La Flame)
'Til it's over
We ain't lookin' for the hoes, where the trophies?
Grab a glass, go ahead, get throwed up (Straight up)
She feelin' it
Don't spill the shit
Ah, she crazy, she goin', she goin'
Gone!
Ayy, all this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)
Damn, I'm with my main bitch
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo' (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Drinkin', fuck the limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)
Ayy
I'm off a bean, I'm off a bean
See this lean, it's in my dreams (That dope)
Off this dope, don't wanna smoke (Oh no)
Off this roll, I might just roll (Straight up, straight up)
Let's get throwed
Out in Houston they know my name (Oh)
In MO city they know the gang (Oh)
Young La Flame, ain't nothin' changed
But the chains and diamond rings
Diamond rings, I lost my brains
Me and Ye Ye out in broad day
I'm on the 3rd coast
Eatin' Burlow with Merlot (Straight up)
I got my shirt off
Kickin' dirt off out in Bergdorf (La Flame)
She like, "What you doin'?" (Doin')
It took a path just to get me here
Don't give a damn if that's ruined (Ruined)
Later on got a ring, ring, ring
She at my doorbell, "ding-ding-ding-ding"
Let the bitch in, the bitch seen
Bang out, bang out
On the couch, on the floor, in her mouth
Camera's out (Camera's out)
Once my dick's in, no pulling out (No pulling out)
That's my baby (Straight up)
Bitch been doing coke since the '80s (That dope)
I'm a '90s baby (La Flame)
Young La Flame, you know he crazy
Ayy (Straight up, straight up)
All this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather
Damn, I'm with my main bitch
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo'
Drinkin', fuck the limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather
Backyard lyrics - Travis Scott
Aight, play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need
Blow that dope, don't get too high
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale
When you said I could make it this high
Who knew?
Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
You ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall
Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all
Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
On the south side of that H-O-U...
Hol' up, let's take it back to that room, no car but still had drive
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high
Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Now, my show's packed out like churches
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
That's for certain, I deserve it
Lord knows we don't get tired, been through more dirt than a derby
Mama worked for AT&T, and we still ain't get that service
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
And bitch, you can keep them herpes, go alert me
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real, yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high
Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high
Grey lyrics - Travis Scott
[Travis Scott and James Fauntleroy:]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Riding in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh
[Travis Scott:]
Around this time, was starving, no Ramadan
Yeah, mighta robbed you blind
You, you, you, your dad and moms
Yeah, keep that in mind
Fear two things: being broke and dying
Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride
No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside
Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind
Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize
Yeah, ooh
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Riding in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh
Grey! Yeah-yeah
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (Uh uh)
Grey! The sky is grey
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! The sky is grey (Uh uh)
Whoa-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah
Grey! Whoa-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah (Uh uh)
The sky is grey, yuh
Yeah, the sky is grey, mmm-oh
Grey!
Might be the last time I trip
I know I said this shit last time
But damn I never had a trip like this
Who knew a three-way on freeway can trip
With three hoes to a six-way?
Ain't gotta finesse out the midway
So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay
No more, goddamn
And Pops never gave me shit
But Pops ain't raised no bitch
I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch
Raised in a town where it looked so good outside
Like it ain't that serious
My nigga got dumb years doing dumb shit
Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick
Killa tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious
Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous
The nigga so good, he was so cold
Another lost kid, Mo City soul
The sky is grey
BACC*** lyrics - Travis Scott
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollars
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (Straight up)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (That dope)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (La Flame)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (Straight up)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her
Blackout nigga, deeper than a frat house nigga
Doper than the crack house nigga (Straight up)
20/20 Lambo, new edition
Gotta hit two gears just to back out, nigga (La Flame)
Been a hell of a night, but hell of a dykes cost a hell of a price (Straight up)
With a devil in a new dress on the 35th floor, nigga
God damn, that's a hell of a sight (Oh no)
Damn right that is, damn right she drowned my kids
Damn right, don't doubt, damn right
Damn right I hit it, anything I said, I did it
Damn right, only roll that gas don't pass that mid
Just treat a pint like a handle (Straight up)
When I'm with your girl, I hit your girl in the bando (La Flame)
Know I go commando
Know I need my cheese, know my cheese, know the nachos (Skrr)
Fall back, back, back, when you see me
You could fall back when you see me tweakin' (Straight up)
Throw that ass back, back, back, back, know a nigga might throw that ticket (La Flame)
Feds hit my block, it got hot (Woo)
But I'm back up in this bitch and I can't stop (Straight up)
Back hitting licks (Woo), back on that dirty
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (That dope)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (Oh no)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (La Flame)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)
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