STARGAZING lyrics - Travis Scott
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)
Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)
Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)
I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)
Then a storm came in and saved my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Roll)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Oh no)
Niggas femalin', they excellin' (Yeah)
Are they intellin'? (What you tellin'?)
We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (With the choppers)
Kill the jealous with propane repellent
Got me goin' crazy (It's lit)
On tour, we'll tell 'em, we brought the section (Gang)
They keep on callin' up, it's getting hectic (Brrt)
Like we projected
So we cut the plug, he's interjected (Got me goin' crazy)
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)
Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)
Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)
I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)
Then the storm came in and saved my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)
Got me goin' crazy
Okay, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay
Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things
If I take you to my past you will be traumatized
Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive
'99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate
Told the dawgs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith
Before no car notes, baby girl, she played the tourist guide
Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides
Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies
When you make it to the top, that's the amenities
Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league
And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries
I got 'em stage divin' out the nosebleeds
(Alright, alright, alright)
And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed
(Alright, alright, alright)
Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees
She was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week
(Alright, alright, alright)
Plus she know my baby mama is a trophy
She be throwing up them B's, feel like we both bleed
She keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm Moby
I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe, yeah
This right here is astronomical
I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible
They tryna say that all my problems is improbable
They keep itching at my spirit, I'm diabolical
Ya feel me?
CAROUSEL lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Frank Ocean)
[Big Tuck:]
What's crackin'?
You already know who it is
Ya boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I'm the dean of this here
I got this
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in, yeah (Yah)
Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright)
Bustin' the lights out soon as we came in, yeah (It's lit)
What're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin' (Yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (Yah)
This M-E-D, it feel caved in (Yah)
All of my demons invadin'
I live paranoid, hesitatin'
They bitin', they bitin', the cadence (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go out their way, it's okay (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just lock the doors at the basement (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a gate with my face in it
[Frank Ocean:]
Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to
New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too
New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru
Boy, you too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeah
Put '84s on lanes, I ride by, you think it is spokes ('Pokes), uh
We did it, we said it, we spoke ('Poke), yeah
We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo
[Frank Ocean (Travis Scott):]
Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines on the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I'm a new species, tail swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds, carats (Yah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (Alright)
Landing downwind, caught two wings (It's lit)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (Yah, yeah)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (Straight up)
[Frank Ocean:]
Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to
New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too
New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru
Boy, you're too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible
SICKO MODE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Drake)
[Part I]
[Drake:]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
[Part II]
[Travis Scott (The Notorious B.I.G.):]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
[Big Hawk (Swae Lee):]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
[Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
[Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]
[Travis Scott (Swae Lee) {Big Hawk}:]
(Someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
(Someone said)
{Play-Playin' for keeps}
(Someone said, motherfucker - someone said)
{Don't play us for weak}
[Part III]
[Travis Scott (Drake) {Lil Juice}:]
Yeah!
(Astro, yeah, yeah)
{Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up}
(Ayy, ayy)
[Drake (Travis Scott):]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
[Drake (Travis Scott):]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block)
Made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet, (nah, never) it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like, (yeah) that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute, yeah (yeah) I'm back, reboot (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shorty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah
R.I.P. SCREW lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Swae Lee)
[Swae Lee (DJ Screw) {Travis Scott}:]
(Ya know? Southside)
{Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly (Yeah)}
I'm gonna let you know the move
I'm gonna let you know the move
I'm gonna take you on a cruise
I'm gonna take you home and screw
(Southside)
[Swae Lee (DJ Screw):]
And that's all I've been sayin' (Southside)
If you fall for the games then you're the one playin'
Because it's too much money out here
And there's too many honeys out here
Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird
Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird
[Travis Scott:]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Droptop with the windows up
Jump inside, oh, won't you roll with us?
Make the devil bite the angel dust
Shawty got a thing for us
Shawty what you want
Tell me what you like
Tell me what you want
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah
I just took a four to the head like "man"
Drop the top on the slab like "man"
Off the top of the dome like "man"
Nothin' beatin' home like "man"
In the Screw tape zone like "man"
I go Pimp C on the phone like "man"
Flip say platinum, don't do chrome like "man"
Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hang
This shit S.U.C. smooth like "man"
Rest in peace Screw like "man"
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Screw found international sound because—
Throughout the South, and it's new to, um
Shawty got a thing for us
STOP TRYING TO BE GOD lyrics - (feat. Stevie Wonder, Kid Cudi, James Blake)
This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
[Kid Cudi (Philip Bailey):]
Hmm-hmm
(Just know what this about)
Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
(Palm trees, oceans, fresh air, that can break your heart)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
[Travis Scott:]
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God Almighty
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not create commandments (Ooh-ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (Ooh-ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey:]
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
[Travis Scott:]
Stop tryna play God Almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you, best not try to play God tonight
If I love her, I'ma pass on her
First rule of war, you find an act on her
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love but want to really burn me
[Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey:]
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
[James Blake:]
Is it the complex of the saint
That's keepin' you so, so, so still, still?
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
[James Blake, Kid Cudi (Stevie Wonder):]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
(That it?)
NO BYSTANDERS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Sheck Wes, Juice WRLD)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
[Travis Scott:]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
[Travis Scott:]
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopped and get screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs
Put it on God, He the one that put me on top
Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Devil got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott
Can't move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Heartbreak hotel
Bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got a nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)
Whippin' the tank (The tank, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on a plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
[Travis Scott:]
Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's, why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
And, like I jump straight out the wind
Dodgin' hell and sins, I can't go back there again
Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my sons, like the light don't hit they side
In the function, and I'm fried, it's a strive, it's not a drive
When they open wide, it's a riot, riot
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
Uh
SKELETONS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd, Pharrell Williams, Kevin Parker)
[Travis Scott, Kevin Parker (Pharrell Williams) {The Weeknd}:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), ooh
Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Louder (Louder)
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher {Uhh, yeah}
[Pharrell Williams:]
It's like standing in the ocean
[Travis Scott & The Weeknd (Pharrell Williams):]
We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the check
It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck
(Just let this wash on me)
Didn't pass the loud, that was out of respect
Afterwards, pass the towel, I was out of Kleenex
If you take your girl out, do you expect sex?
If she take her titties out, do you expect checks?
First visit, I gave her a pearl necklace
(Just let this wash on me)
Next visit, I'ma need your girl naked
Took a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic
[The Weeknd (Pharrell Williams):]
Like floating, if I can't be in time
I don't know, I don't know (Wash on me, wash on me, yeah)
In the ocean, if I can't be loved
I don't know a sound
That's right
[Pharrell Williams (Travis Scott) Kevin Parker {The Weeknd}:]
Standing in the ocean (Standing in the ocean)
Just let this wash on me {Ooh}
Bad memories like waves
Echoing {Echoing}, echoing
Standing in the ocean
(Oh, baby)
Standing in the ocean
{Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed}
WAKE UP lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)
[The Weeknd:]
I don't wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said pussy so good
Uh, pussy so sweet, oh
I don't wanna wake up
I want it flowin' through my streams
Gettin' me hot
Under my feet
I don't wanna wake up
[Travis Scott:]
Please don't wake me up, I feel it creepin' (Yeah)
Controllin' how you movin', lucid dreamin' (Dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the beltway down to your hood (It's lit)
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Lookin' back how things came back around, guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town, we both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend (Yeah)
That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some pipin' (It's lit)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightnin' (Pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can't sleep (Sleep)
I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (It's lit)
Say, pussy so good (Pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (Yeah)
When I wake up (Yeah, yeah)
Want a drop top on the beach (Straight up)
Gettin' me hot, yeah (Yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up
[The Weeknd:]
You decide if I live or die
When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me, oh
And if I O.D., I'll be alone with no heartbeat
I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo'
And the doors goin' up, suicide
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (Want you spread out on the sheets)
'Cause that pussy so good (Pussy so good), yeah
Girl, that pussy so sweet (So sweet)
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want it flowin' through my streams (Want it flowin' through my streams)
Ha, gettin' me hot (Gettin' me hot)
Oh, under my feet (My feet)
I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)
5% TINT lyrics - Travis Scott
Who's that creeping through my window?
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from the Enzo
Know I love to smoke, you love the liq more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm
Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (Five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (Yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge, yeah (12)
Keep bouncin' that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (Passes, yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don't panic, gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy, and I still don't like shit fancy
Up late feelin' real chancy, they outside really tryna end me, yeah
Who's that creeping through my window? (My window)
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Yah-yah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah)
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP, while I'm tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like, iced out wrists, iced out-iced out wrists (Iced out wrists)
Fuck don't kiss, fuck, she fuck don't kiss (Mwah)
Look like friends but she say they twins (Twins)
Jump right in, there's legroom in this Benz (Legroom in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that's deep (Deep, yeah)
I think it's someone out there watching me, yeah
Who's that creeping through my window? (My window, who?)
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah, yeah!)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Lick! Yah-yah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah, Jack!)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah)
Who's that creeping through my window?
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from the Enzo
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
NC-17 lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 21 Savage)
[Travis Scott:]
Woo
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo)
Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet)
Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (Ooh)
Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)
Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (Swing)
Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (Pew, pew)
Shawty came my way, she brought the same sex (Same)
Bust it down, she talkin' body language (It's lit)
Eatin' that punane, got my bangs wet (Eat it up)
We gon' have to change for the banquet (Drippin')
Solo with Mulsanne, it's not the same specs (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with somethin' I ain't came with (Alright)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ice, froze, glow
Get, glow, get, glow (Yeah, yeah)
[21 Savage {Travis Scott}:]
Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (Straight up, straight up)
Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit (Straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my T-shirt 'cause she stained it (On God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (Crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (He off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dawgs now (Straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke, I'm on my way (Skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the Kid Cudi, but I'm not signed to 'Ye (On God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is "Babyface" (21) {Woo}
[Travis Scott:]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo)
Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet)
Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (Ooh)
Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)
ASTROTHUNDER lyrics - Travis Scott
High off life, yeah
Seem like the life I fiend
Seem like the life I fiend's a little distant, yeah
Seems like the life I need, yeah
Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah
Light the remedy, yeah
Sit back while I ride the beat, do it on repeat, repeat
Sins controlling me, yeah
Angels, halos over me, I need blessings and my peace
You been out the streets, yeah
Wildin' on me and all my Gs, we been going for a week
Now you wanna peek, yeah
Hands up, why they tryna reach? I can't even get that deep
Told you I don't teach (Yeah)
Practice, oh, no, never preach
Practice, oh, no, never preach
Infiltrate the enemy, move in on them randomly
Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah
Yeah
Feels like the life I need, yeah
Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
YOSEMITE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. NAV, Gunna)
[Gunna {Travis Scott}:]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check (Check)
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip)
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks)
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine)
Two-tone Patek {Mmm-mmm-mmm}
In the Clearport like I Uber these jets (Jets)
VVS's on me, got my Gucci shirt wet
Put an M in my bag {Mmm}, gon' get used to these racks (Used)
I went to school where they teach you finesse {Mmm}
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest) {Mmm}
I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk {Mmm-mmm-mmm}
Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S"
[Travis Scott:]
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number 4's
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control ('Trol, 'trol, 'trol)
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothin' but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
[Gunna {Travis Scott}:]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes {Yeah}
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check (Check)
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip)
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks)
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine, yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Two-tone Pateks (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets (Jets)
VVS's on me, got my Louis shirt wet
It's an M in my bag (Mmm), gon' get used to these racks (Used)
[Gunna {Travis Scott}:]
I went to school where they teach you finesse {Mmm}
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest) {Mmm}
I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk {Mmm-mmm-mmm}
Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S"
[NAV:]
La Flame on an island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Pradas every color and I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at?"
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte, drippin', my whole team wet
CAN'T SAY lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Don Toliver)
[Travis Scott (Don Toliver):]
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out
What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on?
I had to burn, I left "skrrt" marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
[Travis Scott:]
You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real
Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby, she just wanna drill
The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real
[Don Toliver (Fat Pat):]
Uh-huh, yeah
(Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left)
Oh, yeah
(Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip)
Oh my
[Don Toliver:]
You can't say if I'm mad or nah
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out
What would you do if you heard I got it burnin' out?
I let it burn, "skrrt" that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Gotta watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
You know I hit in the mornin', oh, yeah, she yawnin'
I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothin'
Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion
Sippin' on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me
I beat it, ain't no cuddlin', you down bad, you sufferin'
I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia
[Fat Pat:]
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip
Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip
[Travis Scott:]
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out
What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on?
I had to burn, I left "skrrt" marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
WHO? WHAT! lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Quavo, Takeoff)
[Travis Scott:]
Know what I'm sayin', know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'?
[Travis Scott {Quavo}:]
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who, what, when and why? {Who?}
I'm alive, just took one to revive {Yup}
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide {'Llide}, yeah
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh)
In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties {Hills}, yeah
Was talkin' Frenchy's, but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime) {yeah}
Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (Ahh) {yeah}
I don't open up her door, she open mine (Swang)
I need less stress and I need more thighs, yes (Skrrt, skrrt)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (Skrrt, skrrt)
In the headrest, one of 25, yes (Skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (Yeah)
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (Slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side {Eat it up}
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide {Nope}
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
I picked my favorite dancer out then pay her rent (Cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick, we got the Grinch (Bad, bad)
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (Yeah)
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (Drip, drip)
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (Cash)
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (Oh yeah)
I could bar up some more
Had to gather the foes
Had to count up the Os (Big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (Hey)
Dodgin' federal, 12
I rolled through the light (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rollin' the dice (Hey)
Rock all my ice (All ice)
Poppin' that coochie (Coochie, coochie)
This down and groovy (Ooh)
To get down, get groovy (Groovy)
That bitch brown and choosey (Hey!)
Shawty (Shawty), in a supersonic (Yo')
Brand new LaFerrari, woo, my bitch ride iconic
[Travis Scott:]
(Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three, four, five
That's the countdown 'til I slide ('Til I slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—)
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)
[Quavo:]
Was born in the movie (Movie)
Never make excuses (No)
It was time to move it (Time to move)
It was God and the Uzi (God and the Uzi)
We were trained to use it (Hey)
They were trained to use it (Trained)
Shoot you like Cupid (Shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah
[Takeoff (Quavo):]
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (Yeah, pew-pew-pew)
Then shoot your producer (Yeah)
Then she fuck the gang, get banged
And fuck on the group, she a groupie (Yeah)
Love her when she choosin', hmm (Yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (Yeah)
Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus
I make 'em cuddle up, this not a movie
[Travis Scott:]
(Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three, four, five
That's the countdown 'til I slide ('Til I slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—)
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)
BUTTERFLY EFFECT lyrics - Travis Scott
All the commas
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Ooh, hmm
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Hills, main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)
Drop the top, play hide and seek (Yeah)
Jump inside, jump straight to the league (League)
Take a sip, feel just how I be (It's lit)
On Freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (Straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Been bustin' bills, but still, ain't nothin' change (Skrrt, skrrt)
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (Mob)
She caught the waves, just thumbin' through my braids (Alright)
Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (It's lit)
Need your love, not a need, it is a must (Yeah)
Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (Yeah, yeah)
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (Alright)
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Yeah, yeah)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (Yeah)
All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It's lit)
Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (It's lit, alright)
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I'm movin' high speed
Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (Straight up)
Oh, please (Oh, please), oh, me (Oh, me), oh, my (Oh, my)
We been movin', we been movin' for some time (Alright)
Flexin', flexin', try to exercise
Exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise, yeah, yeah)
For this life, I cannot change (Change, change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main, main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Bang, yeah)
HOUSTONFORNICATION lyrics - Travis Scott
Mhm
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town, do that on the daily
How I'm supposed to feel safe? 12 live adjacent (12)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (Yah)
Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (It's lit)
Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (Alright)
Yeah, you know on this side it's poppin' and it's dangerous (Pop it, pop it)
Ridin' through the clouds we goin' through the vapors (Phew, phew)
I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers (Schwing, schwing)
It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (Yeah)
Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (It's lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, shit is freezing (Straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (Cash)
I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes, yuh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (My baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (Yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill about Congress, yeah (Straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-request, yeah (Alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, yah (Yeah)
Seein' flashes, oh, no-no, that's my neck, yah (It's lit)
I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive but don't forget easily (Oh, no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press, uh
Nobody can check me when it's chess, uh (Ah, nah, for real)
They comin' at my neck like Gillette, uh (Gillette)
I'm hard to catch, that's the butterfly effect, yeah
I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
Took the girl off the network then up the net, uh
Iced out watches for the gang, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through to the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain't never take the steps, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (Oh, no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
COFFEE BEAN lyrics - Travis Scott
(This is all)
This is all
Bad-bad news
I'm just bad, bad news
Good thing, the two
Bonnie and Clyde, the money and who?
It's bad news
Bad, bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean (Bean)
Anything in between, yeah (This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back, back, back in the bathroom line (This is all)
How would you feel if I had you? (This is all)
Trust me, you would be mad too (This is all)
Shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I'm a bad move (This is all)
Plus, I'm already a black dude
Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense (This is all)
It's been a week and a half since
We ain't been speaking and that meant
You feeling free in my absence
I've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back, back, yeah, back in the bathroom line (This is)
I know they told you I'd be bad for you (This is all)
Don't worry, I'll be back for you
All the money and cars, stripper hoes and the tattoos
Bad news
Back off a coffee bean, reflecting on all you see
(This is all, this is all)
Stressing over award shows
She's stressin' over her wardrobe (This is all)
Bought the mansion on foreclose (This is all)
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope (Ooh)
Some shit only me and the Lord knows (Ooh)
SOS is for those who hear this in Morse code (Ooh)
Too many doors closed, cul-de-sacs and fork roads (Ooh)
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes (This is all)
This shit'll have you in divorce court (Ooh)
Fighting over your seeds
Fighting over your deeds, sliding over your keys (Ooh)
Alimony and fees (Ooh)
As your lawyer proceeds (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
To give out bad news
I'm just bad, bad news
Good thing, the two
Bonnie and Clyde, the money and who?
It's bad news
Bad, bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean anything in between
(This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back, back, back in the bathroom line, yeah (This is all)
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