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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