Modern Slavery lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Quavo (Otis Redding):]
Yeah
(It's earlier in the morning)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Buddah Bless this beat
(Since I—)
[Quavo {Travis Scott} & Otis Redding:]
All these damn chains, modern slavery (Ice)
But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (Cash)
Uh, yeah, shaking my demons off (Shake 'em)
Dippin' my dreams in sauce (Dreams)
Never been food for sharks (Nope)
[Quavo (Otis Redding):]
Wrist like fins on dolphins (Since I—), splash
[Travis Scott (Quavo) {Otis Redding}:]
Pop hella bands and I'm paid (Oh yeah)
Whip got a switch, I go brainless (Oh yeah)
Sip after sip, I feel painless (Oh yeah) {Since I—}
Yeah, yeah, do it one time for team (Yeah)
Burn it like gasoline (It's lit)
Downing these jelly beans (Alright)
Diamonds they frolicking (Ice)
Red and blue matching drugs
Did 'em both just because (Pop it)
They hoodie and maskin' up (Nah)
They the real Robin Hoods (Yeah)
[Quavo {Otis Redding}:]
Yeah, if I, let my
Gang out, bow down (Gang)
Come 'round, gun you down
Hunt down (Pew pew), hunt down (Shoot)
Rampage, campaign, champagne (Ayy), I gain
Decades of no pain (Hoo)
At this age, they fugaz' (Woo)
Who did you thought you was (Who?)
Get 'em knocked off for dubs (Pew)
Sit in the trap with bugs (Trappin')
Walk in the lab with scrubs (Ayy)
Niggas tried to count us out (No)
Fuck you thought this was (Huh)
Up like a coffee mug (Up)
Save your salt for slugs (Save it) {Since I—}
[Travis Scott (Otis Redding):]
Hot on the block, you told 12, got the drop
Rubber bands and they pop, so we weigh up the knots
Cuban link cost a lot, Houston cred with a lot
Let it fall from the top, she gon' bend, she gon' pop, oh (Since I—)
[Quavo:]
All these damn chains, modern slavery (Ice)
But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (Cash)
Uh, yeah, shaking my demons off (Shake 'em)
Dippin' my dreams in sauce (Dreams)
Never been food for sharks (Nope)
Wrist like fins on dolphins (Splash)
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Pop hella bands and I'm paid (Oh yeah)
Whip got a switch, I go brainless (Oh yeah)
Sip after sip, I feel painless (Oh yeah)
Black & Chinese lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Travis Scott:]
What's the problem? What's the problem?
In New Orleans with the blessin'
And the thotties, finna bless 'em
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Fuck the drought, been the freshest
In the mollies, I'm in the mansion
She in the Charger, I'm in the Jaguar
Black and Chinese, meds on relieve (Yeah!)
Pop it for me please, hands on your knees (Pop it, pop it)
Came up out the trees, everything achieved (Cash)
Blessed me with the keys, never want to leave, yeah
Lambo' drivin', you pedestrian (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ten hundred thousand, apply the pressure (Alright)
Yeah she couldn't drive it, she took a Tesla (It's lit)
Told her wrap around me just like a necklace (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
These not 40 pointers, drippin' like quarter water (Water)
Really don't see you sorta (Sorta), movin' in and out the border (Border)
Really ain't takin' orders (Orders), livin' a dangerous life (Life)
Hell try to melt the ice (Ice), levitate through the night (Night)
[Quavo:]
(Ooh, yeah yeah, yeah)
What's the meanin', these niggas schemin' (Yeah, yeah)
She popped a Xanny, the bitch is sleepin' (Xan')
My coupe too fast, police didn't see me (Skrrt, skrrt)
If they catch me, they gon' try to seize me (Seize)
Yeah, machine ran (Code), the codes all scan (Brrt)
She pop the bands (Pop it), she addicted to scams (Swipe it)
Runnin' through coins, Sonic (Woo)
But I ain't go tell nigga (No snitchin')
All this water they collectin' in the well, nigga (Splash)
All these bales that we layin' on that scale, nigga (Bales)
All my niggas they free outta jail, we on the way up, nigga (Free)
Still a true player (Player)
Fuck on your bitch and don't lay up (Smash)
[Travis Scott:]
Black and Chinese, meds on relieve (Yeah!)
Pop it for me please, hands on your knees (Pop it, pop it)
Came up out the trees, everything achieved (Cash)
Blessed me with the keys, never want to leave, yeah
Lambo' drivin', you pedestrian (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ten hundred thousand, apply the pressure (Alright!)
Yeah she couldn't drive it, she took a Tesla (It's lit)
Told her wrap around me just like a necklace (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Quavo:]
Woo, pocket rocket (Baow), bankrolls (Bankrolls)
All the hoes (Hoes), at the shows (Shows)
Taekwondo (Yeah) and karate (Karate)
Ice tray (Ice), Eliantte (Ice, ice)
What you know (Kill) 'bout hot stoves? (Hot)
Streets gold (Streets), fishbowl (Fish), bad bitches (Bad), on go (Go)
She gon' wipe your nose (Wipe it)
She gon' wipe your nose
Eye 2 Eye lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo) (feat. Takeoff)
Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man
[Quavo:]
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Yeah yeah (yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (It's lit)
Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky (Cash)
We put the floor on dash
Know all my hoes they go and cash
Over that bag, they mad
I know the problem, yeah yeah
Eye to eye (Yeah)
Trips to Dubai (Yeah, yeah)
I could see that they jealous, don't know why (Yeah)
Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot?
Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock (Yeah)
If you searchin', come look for us (Alright), over the border (it's lit)
We import 'em (Yeah), just don't record us (Straight up)
Poppin' at the crib, the livin' room look like The Forum
Roll the dice at night, I take the chance in the mornin'
[Quavo:]
Know what I mean?
We ain't really with that camera shit
Nah
We fuck up for real, for real, for real
We fuck up the check for real (Checks)
We havin' the lean, exotics, and percs, she havin' the X pill (Lean)
We know how to flex for real
We hop on the jet, the time we kill (ew)
These niggas be wildin', chasin' money
While I'm signin' deals (Yuh)
I got a 'Tek Philippe (Yuh)
And I bought a skeleton (Ice, yuh)
I'm a deadly weapon (Yuh)
I'm about to go off in a second (Vroom, yeah)
Moving bricks and medicine (Bricks)
She like to fly, pelican (Brr)
Touch the sky, heavenly (Sky)
Designer belt from the Netherlands (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Yeah, yeah
[Travis Scott:]
I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (Green)
Blue dolla' bills send them heels to the sky (Yeah)
We put the floor on dash (Skrrt-skrrt)
All of my hoes they go and cash (Skrrt-skrrt)
Over that bag, they mad
I know the problem, yeah yeah
[Takeoff:]
Real nigga, I (I), pop a perc' and fly (Brr)
Crack that seal and take a whiff and I come back alive (Die)
Niggas commit suicide when they don't got mob ties
Flip it like it's Five Guys, I'm 2Pac, get all eyes (All)
Look at the bitch, she a dime
So many watches, a nigga can't run out of time
They get out of line
The gang in your yard with the strap like the Uber driver with the sign (Brr)
I've been known to tell the truth in my raps but these other rapper tell lies (Lies)
Real niggas keep the trap alive
Ain't no fabrication on the vine (It's cap)
[Quavo:]
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Yeah, yeah
[Travis Scott:]
I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (Green)
Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky (Yeah)
We put the floor on dash (Skrrt-skrrt)
All of my hoes they go and cash (Skrrt-skrrt)
Over that bag, they mad
I know the problem, yeah, yeah (yeah!)
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
Motorcycle Patches lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Travis Scott:]
Motorcycle patches on my jacket
Rip all the money out the plastic
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin'
Gave her everything, now what you asking?
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad
.40 on my hip like it's new fashion, blastin'
[Quavo:]
(Huncho, yeah yeah yeah)
She gon' make that ass dribble, playin' basket (Ball)
Don't call it cuffin' nigga, I ain't passin' (Woo)
Niggas pourin' fours, poppin' seals like caskets (Drippin')
Nawfside hot boy, I bought a dragon (Yeah)
I get it at your grill, VIP, spread the bills (Spread)
M's a deal, spinnin' the fortune wheel (Spin it)
Four by four (Woo), skrrting all the wheels (Skrrt)
Eskimo (Brr), icy necks and grills
Watch out, watch out, Big Baller Brand, watch out (Watch out)
This for the fam, watch out (Watch out)
It's my time, don't clock out (Time)
Threeway pack, we knock out (Knock out)
Molly make her bite down (Bite down)
42, Pistons, Stackhouse (Baow)
Nigga we winnin', racks out (Cash, racks)
[Travis Scott:]
Motorcycle patches on my jacket (Yeah!)
Rip all the money out the plastic (It's lit!)
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' (Pop it, pop it)
Gave her everything, now what you asking? (Alright!)
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (Yeah!)
.40 on my hip like it's new fashion (Yeah, yeah!), blastin'
Fuck shit up, we fuck shit up
Weed got me stuck, drugs got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked (Ice, ice, yeah!)
We on road
I can't stop no more, on my time I can't go, yeah (Oh no)
If I send these flicks to your phone, you can't leak (Nah)
Motorcycle patches is earned on the streets (Ahh, ahh)
Fuck shit up, we done fuck shit up
It got me stuck, it done got me stuck
Drugs got me stuck, love got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked, yeah
Jacket got stripes (Alright!)
I been blessed in with the knights (Blessed)
Just turned twenty-five, yeah (Five)
Goin' in like I'm doin' twenty-five to life (Ahh)
I'm alone, out of sight
At the crib, come take a hike
In the field, not the Hills
I been beatin' like it's Ike (Straight up!)
No more deals, they like wheels, make me ill at the sight
Even still scroll through the reels, miss the times when we hit
No need for names, yeah she know (Yeah!)
We was tribe, Navajo (Yeah, yeah!)
We was real, Jack and Jill
Like the pill had awoke, uh (It's lit!)
Yeah, motorcycle patches on her jacket (Yeah!)
Rip all the money out the plastic (Yeah, yeah!)
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' (Pop it, pop it)
Gave her everything, now what you asking? (No)
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics (Ahh)
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent (Yeah, yeah!)
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (It's lit!)
.40 on my hip like it's new fashion, blastin'
(Pew, pew pew pew pew pew pew pew)
Huncho Jack lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
M-M-M-Murda
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
{Cactus Jack, yeah, got plaques on plaques, yeah}
{Hits on hits, yeah, in the mix}
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
{Shit go back, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah}
{Crushin' down Addy's, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)}
[Quavo:]
Huncho
Basic, basic, basic, basic
I can't fuck, she basic (no)
Keep mask like I'm Grady (mask)
Number one shooter like Tracy (shoot)
Tonka truck Mercedes (Tonka)
Drivin' and I'm faded (skrrt)
I'm on your block, invadin' (block)
All my guns updated
[Travis Scott:]
It's 5 A.M. lookin' like noon (yeah!)
I took her right out of saloon (it's lit!)
Put 5 in the back, I got room
Can't fit no more chains, ain't got room (straight up!)
Yeah, new crib, I'll put that on the moon (yeah!)
Upstairs and we blowin' up fumes, yeah
Don't panic, can't have no more seizures
Fuckin' up cash at my leisure
I had a lot of these (ahh), targets and the foes (yeah!)
Took it like I stole it (skrt skrt), it got old, shit moldy (ugh)
Money way high to knees
No way I can fold it (yeah!)
She thinkin' I'm golden (ice!)
She suck my voltage, yeah (alright!)
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
{Cactus Jack (yeah!), got plaques on plaques, yeah (alright!)}
{Hits on hits, yeah (yeah, yeah), in the mix (it's lit!)}
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
{Shit go back, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah}
{Crushin' down Addy's, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)}
(Huncho)
Flood my AP (AP)
Make these hoes wanna take me (take me)
The gun off safety (safety)
Shoot a fuck nigga like KD, yeah (baow)
{Shit hit brazy, yeah (brazy)}
{Made my left eye lazy, yeah}
Goin' up lately, yeah
Dock in the back Old Navy, yeah (alright!)
We gonna get it in (get it)
My trap house look innocent (innocent)
Private residence (private)
Leavin' no evidence (yeah yeah)
Yeah, codeine, it's medicine
Yeah, somethin' is evident
{Yeah, made tees with Helmut Lang}
{Yeah, what's next, ain't no tellin' it (ye)}
Closet filled in designer (designer)
Take a knee like the 'Niners (Kaepernick)
Join the team, don't divide us (join them)
Then watch your money go higher
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, lil help, lil guidance (yah)
Run it back through the tight end (yah)
Get the sack, move in silence (yeah!)
Bring that trophy back to my end (alright!)
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt) iced my arm (ice, shine)
{Cactus Jack, yeah (yeah!), got plaques on plaques, yeah (alright!)}
{Hits on hits, yeah (yeah, yeah), in the mix (it's lit!)}
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
{Shit go back (ahh), like it's L.A. traffic, yeah}
{Crushin' down Addy's, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)}
Huncho, Jack
Saint lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
[Quavo:]
(Huncho)
What I bought (What you buy?)
I'm just lookin' at this mansion I bought (Straight cash)
It just came with fifteen rooms and a vault (Fifteen)
Ocean in the back, top floor a loft (Woo), ayy
We gonna slide today (We gonna slide, slide, slide)
She drowning, swim in the Ace
Mob ties, no lace, putting young niggas in place (Mob ties)
Remember back then I finessed on my face (Finesse)
JanSport book bag and a throwaway (Gone)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
[Travis Scott & Quavo:]
Nah, lit ain't lit for me, yeah, yeah
A four in Brisk, that's my cup of tea, yeah
Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
{I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce (Sauce and drip)}
{Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins (Dolphins, splash))}
{Count up the deads, no coffin (Coffins, deads)}
Pullin' out that fire, out that arson
A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K (Yah)
You niggas 'round runnin' down my juice, I ran it back, OJ (It's lit)
Rubber bands make 'em twerk, diamonds make 'em twerk (Pop it, pop it)
Out in LIV every Sunday like you goin' to church
Fuck wrong with these niggas? (Ooh)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah!)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright!)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit!)
You can't see that on the road, I blank
Go lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Quavo:]
Go, go (Woo), go, go (Go)
From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo), 500K just to host (5)
Go, go (Yeah), go, go (Go)
The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (Go)
Go, go (Skrrt), go, go (Skrrt)
Serve me a brick at the store (Brick)
Lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq)
Go, go (Yeah) go, go (go)
Go, go (Yeah) go, go (go)
[Travis Scott:]
Drive from the Hills to the Mo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, baby at window, like don't go (Alright)
Yeah, in this world, everything slow mo (It's lit)
Yeah, behind this wall, there is no photos (Straight up)
Jump out this bitch (Yeah), pogo, yeah (Bounce)
Across my neck, yeah, logo (Ice)
Watch how you pour an eighth, yeah, ocho (Yeah)
I need some more, it's late, yeah, pronto (It's lit)
[Quavo:]
Huncho, yeah
Jumped out the coupe with the black insides
You would think I'm racist
Smokin' cookie in Atlanta everywhere
You would think it's recreation (Gas)
You already know we made it (Made it)
We ain't even gotta say shit (No)
Some of the traps were licks (Trap)
Some of the traps were vacant (Ah)
Junior Seau, bring the Bay out, bring the Bay out (Bay, ah)
Nigga want talk, we bring the K out, let the spray now (Ah, blaow)
J's gon' walk right in that pot, we beat it up, Pacquiao (J, ah)
Invade your block, we stay on top, ain't nobody safe now (Woah)
Go, go (Woo), go, go (Go)
From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo), 500K just to host (5)
Go, go (Yeah), go, go (Go, woo)
The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (Go)
Go, go (Skrrt, go, go, go, go, go, go), go, go (Skrrt)
Serve me a brick at the store (Brick)
Lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq)
Go, go (Yeah), go, go (Go)
Go, go (Yeah), go, go (Go)
Go, go, go, go, go
Goooo
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Dubai Shit lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo) (feat. Offset)
[Travis Scott (Yung Lean):]
(I could jump off a bridge and let you walk over me)
(I tend to stay inside myself, I don't want you to take over me)
I've been jet skiin', jet skiin' in Dubai
I've been jet skiin', jet skiin' in Dubai
[Travis Scott:]
Dubai shit, Dubai whips
Different place, different chips (Yeah)
ATL, this shit ludicrous (Yeah, yeah)
Oh well, they like who that is (Straight up)
Yeah, Dubai shit, Dubai whips (It's lit)
Different place, different chips (Yeah)
ATL, this shit ludicrous (Alright)
Know me well, know who that is (Yah)
I don't know, where to go (Yah)
Life 'round here is just hysterical (Oh no)
J. Will here, know he sneakin' O's (It's lit)
Give those here, you can't handle those (It's lit)
Enemies, M.I.A. (Yeah, yeah)
At Ace of Diamonds with Ace of Spades (Yah, yah)
We at Club White, ain't no Mandalay (Yah, yah)
You can't get in, nah (ooh)
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Dubai shit, Dubai whips
Different place (Different), different chips (Yeah)
A-T-L, this shit ludicrous (Luda'), yeah (Ayy)
Know me well, they know who that is (Quavo)
[Quavo:]
Trampoline (Trampo'), Michael Jordan dreams (Jordan)
Half a bale in that vacuum clean (Bale)
Abu Dhabi on them jet skis (Skrrt, skrrt, splash)
Want straight cash, no checks please (Cash)
Shoot out that coupe (Brrt), what you gon' do? (Who?)
I'm handin' out allowances to all my goons (Gang)
In Dubai, I'm smokin' cookie in the hotel rooms (Cookie)
Got me paranoid, think it's an Esco move (Dubai)
[Travis Scott:]
Dubai shit, Dubai whips
Different place, different chips (Yeah)
ATL, this shit ludicrous (Yeah, yeah)
Oh well, like like who that is (Straight up)
[Travis Scott {Quavo}:]
{Oh, yeah}, birds fly high out in Dubai
Ridin' all these jet skis in Dubai (Ayy)
So much money, my jet ski gold (Oh yeah)
[Quavo {Offset}:]
Fish bowl (Fishes), Super Bowl (Super Bowl)
I played with Montana and Rice before (White rice)
{Huncho not tellin' no lie, oh, it's so hot in Dubai}
{I see your soul in your eyes (Soul), I let the opium dry (Drank)}
Good drank (drank), mixed with antidote (Anna')
I put her on Molly, Cac' put her on snow (Montana)
{Never was a fan of the O's (No), came from the land of the Nawf'}
{Whippin' the pan on the stove (Stove), whip it 'til your hand grow mold (Yeah)}
[Travis Scott:]
Dubai shit, Dubai whips
Different place, different chips (Yeah)
ATL, this shit ludicrous (Yeah, yeah)
Oh well, like like who that is (Straight up)
Yeah, Dubai shit, Dubai whips (It's lit)
Different place, different chips (Yeah)
ATL, this shit ludicrous (Alright)
Know me well, know who that is (Yah)
I've been jet skiin', jet skiin' in Dubai
I've been jet skiin', jet skiin' in Dubai
Saint Laurent Mask lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Quavo:]
Yeah, yeah
It's like a whole different world, ooh
(Buddah bless this beat)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Saint Laurent Mask, yeah (YSL)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
Pull up with a broom, do a street-sweep (Sweep, sweep)
She addicted to CC (Coco)
Swag on repeat (Drip, drip)
Day by the day (Day by the day)
Countin' that bag on the low (Bag)
Count that bag on the floor (Bag)
Stack it up 'til you get more (Stack it up)
Stack it up 'til it get mold (Stack it up)
Stack it up 'til it get mold
Stack it up 'til it get mold
[Travis Scott:]
Ain't givin' out no freebees
Swipe with the digital CC
Come get high in my tipi
Take them bars, no 3G, yeah
Live fast, live life easy
Pour a 'lil drop in my sweet tea
X-rated, no PG
Your ex-nigga on creepy, uh
[Quavo:]
(Ooh)
She don't wanna keep 'em (Yeah)
She fuck 'em then leave 'em (Yeah, smash)
She hope I hit her (Brrt, brrt)
She hope I beep her (Hope I beep her)
She want me to get her a bag, a house or maybe a Bimmer (Skrr-skrr)
I might say some shit out of my mouth, but still won't leave her (Still, still)
[Travis Scott:]
I might say some shit out of my mouth, call my paralegal, uh
I done did some shit in my life ridin' in that Regal, uh
Go Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, that shit lethal, uh
Can't live backwards, live life, that shit evil
[Quavo:]
Mask and grab the safe (Mask)
I bet you niggas can't re-up (No)
Bulletproof Wraith, safe (Bulletproof)
Recline it, I let my seat up (Dope)
Huncho Jack, we the robbers (Brrt)
Huncho Jack got a chopper (Huncho)
You might want to keep this film rollin'
Huncho Jack won an Oscar (Hey)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Saint Laurent Mask, yeah (YSL)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
Pull up with a broom, do a street-sweep (Sweep, sweep)
She addicted to CC (Coco)
Swag on repeat (Drip, drip)
Day by the day (Day by the day)
Countin' that bag on the low (Bag)
Count that bag on the floor (Bag)
Stack it up 'til you get more (Stack it up)
Stack it up 'til it get mold (Stack it up)
Stack it up 'til it get mold (Yeah)
Stack it up 'til it get mold
Stack it, stack it, stack it (Yeah)
Stack it, stack it, stack it (Oh yeah)
Wrap it up, put it in the plastic (Oh yeah)
Wrap it up, wrap it up, put it in the plastic (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Stack it, stack it, stack it)
She don't wanna keep 'em
She fuck and then leave 'em
(Stack it, stack it, stack it)
She hope I hit her
She hope I beep her
(Wrap it up, put it in the plastic)
She want me to get her a bag, a house or maybe a Bimmer
(Wrap it up, wrap it up, put it in the plastic)
I might say some shit out of my mouth, but still won't leave her (Yeah)
Moon Rock lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Travis Scott:]
Been poppin'
Foldin' this money, can't make a knot, how not?
High on moon rock, jaw still locked
After 12 we hit the gate and flood the spot
Six of them are thots
No lights, this ice, it blings
Closet the mall, we buy whole thing
Big gas, it's lit, propane
One hit, one touch, La Flame
Know that you niggas never liked me
Know that you niggas sit beside me tryna slide on my sidepiece
Tint all through the whip, I hope it can hide me
Tip all of the bitches, I don't want no funny business, don't want them to try me
They wanna slide in my IV
Ran 12 red lights, 12 behind me
Paparazzi flashes wanna deprive me
Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no
I'ma live and die by my Migos
Why I'm startin' to dance, what in the hell did you hand me?
Took all of my niggas off Xans, put all of my bitches on Plan B
Been poppin'
Foldin' this money, can't make a knot, how not?
High on moon rock, jaw still locked
After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot
Six of them are thots
[Quavo:]
6 AM these thots (thots), 6 AM my watch (watch)
She got that red dot (woo), kick her out the spot (gone)
I pay my bills in cash, cash, cash, cash, cash (cash)
Run it up, you do the math, math, math, math, math (run it)
Nawfside, have them Migos serve you slabs, slabs (brrr)
Runnin' to that money, you can see it in my calves
Huncho, Huncho Jack, we get that pack then hire staff (Huncho)
You want your bitch, can't get her back, oh yeah, it made me laugh (yeah)
I've been geeked all week (geeked), pourin' drank to sleep (yeah)
AP wet, it leak (AP), Huncho don't need keys (Huncho)
Press one button, they bleed (blood), ain't no dodgin' me (nope)
Ain't no flaugin' me (nope), you owe, pay your fees (ho)
I was taught to break it down and serve 'em all (serve 'em all)
Now I'm fishtailin' out the mall (skrrt skrrt)
Heard we got that bag, so tell 'em all (tell 'em all)
Oh yeah, tell 'em all
How U Feel lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[Quavo:]
Feel how you feel (woo), feel how you feel (woo)
Fill up your cup (fill it) then tell me how you feel (yeah)
Pill after pill (pill), pill after pill (pill)
Wop after wop (wizzop), pop after pop (pop)
Movie, make a film (movie), film after film (movie)
Got bills and they clean (clean), run through the machine ('chine)
Got drink and it's raw (drank), pints for the team (pints)
We don't have to talk (nah), they gon' go for me (go)
Pull at the bank (skrt) then fill up the backseat (woo)
Fill up the vault (vault) then fill it up with keys (hey)
Grip on the Glock (grip), control the block (grip)
Flood the whole box (flood) with nothin' but rocks (flood)
Used to trap them nicks (trap), now I got them P's (P's)
Stand on my two feet (woo), run from the police (twelve)
Nigga, this the streets (ayy), you know you can bleed (woo)
Gotta pay your dues (pay 'em) unless pay your fees (pay 'em)
Walk in my place (mansion), feel outer space (yeah)
International tastes (whoa), I like all races (yeah)
Click after click (click), bit and she slick (slick)
She gon' get this dick (dick), go back to choppin' a brick (choppin' a brick)
Swipin' fours (swipe), this that squad goals (swipe, swipe)
Trappin' Volvos (woo) just to buy a Lambo (skrrt skrrt)
Call my bros up, call my, call my woes up, whoa
Whippin' the dope up (whip it)
Dat way, Subway, cold cut, yeah
Feel how you feel (ooh), feel how you feel (ooh)
Fill up your cup (fill it) then tell me how you feel (hey)
Pill after pill (pill), pill after pill (pill)
Wop after wop (wizzop), pop after pop (pop)
Movie, make a film (movie), film after film (scene)
Got bills and they clean (clean), run through the machine (machine)
Got drink and it's raw (drank), pints for the team (team)
We don't have to talk (naw), they gon' go for me (go)
[Travis Scott:]
Pour one for P (yeah), lean, no Hennessy (it's lit)
Crib in the trees, trap-house Sotheby's (alright)
Tell me how you feel, Nike boys for real (yah)
Helmut Lang for real (yeah), diamonds worth the bill (it's lit)
Forrest Gump (ooh), yeah, run it up (ooh), yeah, mega trunks (yeah)
Yeah off wine made you look fine, yeah (it's lit)
Speed through the light, yeah
Popped one while I drive, yeah (alright)
Cougar, 45, fuck her 'til she die (it's lit)
My way outlandish (oh-oh)
We walk on marble, not granite (oh-oh)
You see the stars and the planets (oh-oh)
Diamonds shining, givin' damage (oh-oh)
Yeah, make it clap at will (alright)
That's how you feel (straight up)
Oh, for real (yeah)
Feel how you feel, yeah
[Quavo:]
Feel how you feel (ooh), feel how you feel (ooh)
Fill up your cup (fill it) then tell me how you feel (hey)
Pill after pill (pill), pill after pill (pill)
Wop after wop (wizzop), pop after pop (pop)
Movie, make a film (movie), film after film (scene)
Got bills and they clean (clean), run through the machine (machine)
Got drink and it's raw (drank), pints for the team (team)
We don't have to talk (naw), they gon' go for me (go)
Where U From lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
[André 3000:]
Shoot through your car door
Shout out to Cardo
Cardo got wings
[Quavo:]
If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (Skrrt)
Stock me out (Ooh, yeah), big block me out (Ooh, yeah)
Robocops, they out (Ayy), put my guns in the house (12)
So much cash over this way (Cash), no, no droughts
[Travis Scott:]
Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin'
In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy
We movin' fast as hell, no, they can't catch me
[Quavo:]
Fill that pot with my arm, put that on my mom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Walk around with two drums, call that Under Arm (Baow)
Put that coca on her tongue, bet it get numb (Coco)
Nawfside, H-Town, nigga, where you from? (Where?)
Ayy, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?
Yeah, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?
[Travis Scott:]
Freaks got me geeked, yeah
Energy, suck it outta me, yeah
Hit my phone, click, then I'm home
Styrofoam, zone, zone zone zone
Get a brick, get a band, okay
We let it blow the same way
See this life when you make this wave
Du-rag life, shit laid
Poker face, in and out my place
When you play that high stakes
Wild, just like my style
When you roll that loud, can't hear you now
[Quavo:]
If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (Skrrt)
Stock me out (Ooh, yeah), big block me out (Ooh, yeah)
Robocops, they out (Ayy), put my guns in the house (12)
So much cash over this way (Cash), no, no droughts
[Travis Scott:]
Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin'
In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy
We movin' fast as hell, no, they can't catch me
[Quavo:]
(Quavo)
We movin' too fast (Too fast)
The coupe got drag (Coupe got drag)
America's most wanted (Who?)
Huncho and Jack (Huncho and Jack, yeah)
I just left the jeweler, now my diamonds dancin' (Dance)
She takin' all this cocaine, call her Marilyn Manson (Coco)
Got the .5 on the waist
Walk in the buildin', fire in the place (Fire)
Every time I buy a brand new piece
I buy a brand new K (Yeah)
Turned myself into a young beast
Yeah I remember this day (Beasty, beasty)
I remember this day (Hey)
Ice piece, no blades (Ice)
Double Cs my shades (Chanel)
We the stars and we famous (Stars)
Don't get involved with the gangstas (No)
Don't get involved with the bangas (No)
'Cause I got stripes like a Bengal (Stripes)
I'ma need every single (Yeah)
Stack it up like Pringles (Tall)
Stack it tall, make it look like magic (Ye)
What it look like?
If that coupe came with rims then you can have it
Yeah, yeah, ye
[Quavo:]
If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (Skrrt)
Stock me out (Ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah)
Robocops, they out (Ayy), put my guns in the house (12)
So much cash over this way (Cash), no, no droughts
[Travis Scott:]
Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin'
In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy
We movin' fast as hell, no, they can't catch me
[Quavo:]
Fill that pot with my arm, put that on my mom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Walk around with two drums, call that Under Arm (Bow)
Put that coca on her tongue, bet it get numb (Coca)
Nawf Side, H-Town, nigga, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?
Ayy, ayy, where you from?
Yeah, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?
Best Man lyrics - Huncho Jack (Travis Scott & Quavo)
Wheezy Beatz
M.W.A. Music
Four bombs, baby
C4
[Quavo:]
Left hand (Left hand)
Cook up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with my best mans
Cookin' up grams with the left hand, left hand
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with both of my hands
Shouts out go out to all of my fans
Save me some in the bowl
Just to go all outta control
Used to have dreams of Final Four (Dreams)
Until I went all around the globe (Globe)
Then the feds hit my door (Feds)
I had to flush the work right down the commode (Flush)
Trap life (trap), rap life (Rap)
If you don't know now then you'll never know
Back then that's all I wanted
Split it up with all my brothers
Told 'em we gon' kill our opponents
Just because they never loved us, no
You want me to look back when you left us? No
Niggas on the Nawf can't leave the bando
Stayed down in the trap, tryna free the North Pole
Most niggas out here beggin' please to get on
Oh, no, not my gang, yeah, you know we build strong
Migo Gang, we built strong
[Quavo (Travis Scott):]
Left hand (Left hand)
Cook up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans (Best man)
Count up bands with my best mans (Yeah!)
Cookin' up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with both of my hands
Shout out goes out to all of my fans)
[Travis Scott:]
Best man had been my brother, took the fire, took the cover, uh
Can't tell us apart, but different fathers, different mothers
We got caught smokin' weed, we tried to hide the shit
But we like Swizz and DMX, we ruff ride the shit
I bumped the Ye and Screw tapes, you bumped the knowledge shit
We was both presidents, fuck the politics
We took two bright Lambs on a speed chase
It's like a thousand on the dash on the freeway, yeah
Best man (Best man) best man
R.I.P. to Ben Franklin, that's my best friend
My girl got that ass, she a Texan
She can bounce it up and down with her left leg
Tell me what gang is you reppin'
[Quavo (Travis Scott):]
Left hand (right hand)
Cook up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand)
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with my best mans (Best mans)
Cookin' up grams with the left hand (Yeah, best man)
Cookin' up grams with the left hand
(Cook up grams with the left hand
Count up bands with my best mans
Count up bands with both of my hands, both hands
Shout outs go out to all of my fans)
[Quavo:]
Dropped out of school
Graduated from the streets
Countin' up the bands
Just my brothers and me
Dropped out of school
Graduated from the streets
Countin' up the bands
Just my brothers and me
I didn't have the best plans
But I count them bands, my brother the best man
I didn't have the best plans
The best plan
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)
Ooh-ee, like h- Ooh-ee
[?] All this purple Act', oh-ooh, ooh
On a addy, had I work flex
[?] come from purple ash (On the screwed this)
On the screwed this, screwed this, screwed this, screwed this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yay
Ooh-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
Ooh-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
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, yeah, ayy
Pray the rain don't go away, yeah, ayy, yeah
Rain, rain don't go away, yeah
Ayy
Yay
Ooh-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
Ooh-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
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, yeah, ayy
Pray the rain don't go away, yeah, ayy, yeah
Rain, rain don't go away, yeah
Thousand dollar trip like hot sauce
I'ma make it flip like uh, uh
Rain, rain, don't go away, yeah (Music mafia)
Ooh-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 (Oh, yeah)
Shake it real fast like hot sauce (Uh)
Ooh-ee, like hot sauce
Hit her with the mood like hot sauce
One-two-three like hot sauce
Shake it real fast like hot sauce
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
The Ends lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. André 3000)
[Travis Scott:]
2 AM, howlin' outside
Lookin', but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let's make it a badass time
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20 but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah)
No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah)
Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north)
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals
Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet)
Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya
[Travis Scott (André 3000):]
They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey)
[André 3000:]
To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hahaha)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm
And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh)
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
[Travis Scott:]
Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah
In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah
We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah
Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya
Way Back lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi & Swizz Beatz)
[Part 1]
[Kid Cudi:]
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Don't wet no more
[Travis Scott {Swizz Beatz}:]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back {Woo}
I can't get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC {Rack}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Rack}
Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can't get no rest {Come on}
I ride around with a TEC {Champ}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Champ}
Wearin' every chain on my neck {Go crazy on 'em}
[Travis Scott {Kid Cudi}:]
Woah, wait
It's summertime, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins, I can never Golden State (Yeah)
UFC, I'm tapping to my old ways (Alright)
I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze
Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ {Yeah, woah-o-o-oah}
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay {Woah-o-o-oah}
I be (Yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (It's lit)
Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
Oh so loaded off the pills so don't ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean
[Travis Scott {Swizz Beatz}:]
I need fake niggas to get way back (Way back)
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back {Woo}
I can't get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC {Rack}
If I take a sip, take the rest {Rack}
Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can't get no rest {Come on}
I ride around with a TEC {Champ}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Champ}
Wearin' every chain on my neck {Go crazy on 'em, we in the house}
[Part 2]
[Travis Scott:]
Look, boy, boy, don't believe what's on your TV
Look, boy, don't you sit close to the TV
Look, boy, seeing is believing
Look, boy, look, boy (Yeah)
Would it be unlawful (Yeah)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I'm down in the Meadows
Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I'm swimmin' out that bitch, Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (Yeah)
I just built a castle deep (Yeah, yeah)
In them trees (Yeah)
That's how I get them backwoods free (Yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (Yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (Yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (Yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
[Kid Cudi:]
Woah-o-oa-oah
Woah
Coordinate lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Blac Youngsta)
[Blac Youngsta:]
Ayy, Travis Scott
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, Trav
You know what the fuck up, nigga?
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, nigga
We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, nigga
They want what a nigga can't stand
I know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
But we don't give a fuck, yeah
We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck
If any fuck nigga get out of line
If any fuck nigga want do somethin', nigga, we can do it, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Travis Scott:]
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to
Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
2 broads going at it (It's lit)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up)
Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah)
Everythin' all gravy (Yeah)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back rah
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to (Yeah)
Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Straight up)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Straight up)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fear my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Through The Late Night lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi)
[Kid Cudi:]
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
And then we
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Woah)
Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?
Oh, it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space
Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, gon' play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play
Then we'll sleep all through the day
And do it again
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the
[Travis Scott:]
Day 'n' nite (Yeah)
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (Ooh)
Mhmm, balance (Yeah)
Find your balance (Pipe up, yeah)
God said it's my talent (Ooh, ooh)
Sprinkle a little season on the salad (Ooh, ooh)
Relieve my heart of malice (Yeah)
Hit my Palace (Straight up)
Stroke my cactus (It's lit)
Ooh, don't wait (Yeah)
Mhm, don't play (Yeah, yeah)
Play no games like the NBA (Brr)
Throwin' checks like the NBA (Brr)
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin' shots like the NRA (Drr)
Yeah-ah, she jammin' Travis and Kid Cudi (Straight up)
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (Yuh)
Shawty—yeah—on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (Yeah)
Ah, save all, take it right (Yeah)
Ah, take it all, never light (Straight up)
Ah, had a ball, had a night (Yeah)
Ah, after all, sleep good (Yeah)
[Kid Cudi:]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Woah)
Beibs In The Trap lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Nav)
[NAV:]
That coca
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
I just poured an eight in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch lookin' for a phone, I ain't seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
'Cause the main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more, your girl is a ho
You need to let go, she fucked all my bros
She snortin' the snow (That coca), now she's touchin' her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more, fuck it, I'ma get more (I'ma get more)
[Travis Scott:]
Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah)
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy (Yeah, yeah)
Help it, peace, peace, peace to– (Yeah)
Bite me, ride me (Yeah), strike me, indict me (Yeah, yeah)
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (Ooh, yeah)
I'm lit, light–(Yeah)—nin' (Yeah, bitch, yeah)
White bitch (Bitch), she thick (Bitch)
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Yeah, yeah)
Crazy Girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna text my accountant, ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up)
Won't you come to the bottom? Know you heard a lot about 'em (Yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring (Yeah, yeah)
I watched 'em take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Ooh)
[NAV:]
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly (Molly)
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
[NAV (Travis Scott):]
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more (Ooh)
Bitch close the door (Ooh), there's shit on your nose (Ooh)
She said she want more (Ooh), she said she want more (Ooh)
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more
[NAV:]
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
SDP Interlude lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Cassie)
[Cassie (Travis Scott):]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop—
One
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Yeah
[Cassie (Travis Scott):]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
[Travis Scott:]
Your mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat your ass
Man, what the...
You a virgin? You a virgin, huh?
Your lil' small, your lil' skinny ass can't even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that? Huh?
I'ma tell your mama
Sweet Sweet lyrics - Travis Scott
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? (It's lit)
Wah yah seh? (Wah yah seh?)
Run it up (Yah), all this cake (Yah, yah)
Bag it up (Yah), den come right away (Yah, yah!)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah, yah-yah!)
What's your status? (Yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (Yah)
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (Skrrr, skrrr)
I can't do no lacking (Skrrr, skrrr)
'Cause you're sweet—sweet—like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Yah, yah-yah, straight up)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet, sweet), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Sweet, sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Sweet, sweet, sweet)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet)
Like my time, like my juice (Sweet, sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (Sweet, yah)
Shout my town, shout my troops (Shout, shout)
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Froot Loops, yuh (It's lit)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop (Scoop)
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (Hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot (Make the loot)
Link up all my niggas and my Jewels, yuh (High up)
Link up, link up, yuh, link up, pour my syrup (Yah)
Diamonds, yeah, they link up, link up
Go berserk, do some shit you think of (Yah, yah)
Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean, lean (Oh)
Smoke all my shit (Shit)
Stop it, start again (Yah)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cau-, 'cause sweet, yuh
Sak pasé? (Yah)
Wah yah seh? (Yah, yah)
Runnin' up (Yah), all this cake (Yah)
Bag it up (Bag it up), den come right away
When I ask who bigger (Yah)
Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (Straight up)
Who you with, who your team, what your side? (Yah)
How you, how you, how you ride? (Skrrr, skrrr)
How you use me to survive? (Straight up)
Yuh, 'cause we up, lit at five (Oh)
At the crib goin' live, oh, so live (Yuh)
Eric hit the strippers, yuh, order V Live (Yah)
Order wings, told em' hold it (Hold it)
'Cause you're sweet (It's lit), like cocoa (It's lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah, yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Straight up)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cause you're sweet
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