A Man lyrics - Travis Scott

[Oggizery Los:]

Yeah, like

Niggas be actin' like act like, a lil' d—

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Every side wanna fuck with this, it's dirty South

Only dirty South gonna fuck with this

You hear this shit boy?

Fucking up these stages

Fucking a girl up and you know how he rap

Throw this shit up, nigga

[Travis Scott:]

I'ma, I'ma try to drop–

People tryna say I'm only into me

Got a code with my dawgs, can't get in between

I can't give 'em life, no more energy

A man, a man

Spent 'bout sixty on the time, I can't even lie

No way in, no way out, this shit do or die

So I roll, when I roll, must be suicide

A man, a man (Yeah)

I can't rock Benz, I don't do peace (Yeah)

I'll beast, I'll beast, I gotta eat (It's lit)

Sabertoothed tiger, diamond two-teeth (Straight up)

Rocking right now, won't you come peek (Alright)

P was outside, P was outside (P)

The way that ass shake, leave your mouth wide

You need to say grace 'fore you say thanks (Yeah)

A man, a man (Yeah)

What's left in my life? Don't know what's in store

I've been dealing with these blessings that I can't ignore (Ooh-ooh)

Putting up the numbers, we ain't keeping score

A man, a man

I get on the block, wit' it in my sock

Running in the house 'fore it's twelve o'clock (Yeah)

Yeah, the hood love me, but you gotta watch

A man, a man (Yeah, yeah)

I just popped three, I don't do sleep, yeah

Tryna shoot a scene, make a movie, yeah (Straight up)

We gon' fall through, coming through deep (It's lit)

A man, a man (Yeah)

Yeah, packed up from the South, moved into the West

Iced out logo on the cross, threw it on my neck, yeah

When I rep the set, gotta stay blessed, yeah (Bling)

A man, a man (Bling)

People tryna say I'm only into me

Gotta code with my dawgs, can't get in between

I can't give 'em life, no more energy

A man, a man

Man, fuck what it meant to me

Everybody tryna take that identity

Everybody around me turned to a fr-enemy

Sit back while I sip on the remedy

I cannot let it get into me

It's playing a toll on me, mentally

A-Team lyrics - Travis Scott

A-Team (yeah, yeah!), A-Team

Please don't try to play us (yah)

A-Team, aw, A-Team

A-Team, please don't try to play us (ooo-ooo)

A-Team (ooo), aw, A-Team (yeah!)

Call my B up (yeah!) call Sherita (yeah!)

Aw, let's link up, aw, ain't no days off (straight up!)

'Less I'm paid off (woo) these niggas play soft

We just play ball

Aw, A-Team, won't you sign up?

Join my roster, (yah) you a scholar (yah)

Aw, A-Team, (ahh) know you ready (ready)

My right hand steady, coach you if you let me

Aw, A-Team, (yah) got that A1 (yah)

A1 steak sauce, (yah) aw, can't take loss (yah)

Aw, A-Team, (yah) join my FIFA (yah)

Roll my weed up, (yah) keep my D up (yah)

Aw, A-Team

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

When I back off the curb

In back of the back, the Batmobile heard

I'm back on alert

I'm back, what's the word?

I'm back, what's the word?

I'm back in the third

They back on my mind, they back on my nerves

Can't take back the time so I'm back, back, back spending

I'm back on the splurge, I'm back on the splurge

They jump when I jump out then jump in and swerve, swerve, yeah, yeah

It's halftime, gon' show that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a dog you know that

Can't be from New Jersey how you throw back

Aw, A-Team, (yeah, yeah!) A-Team

Please don't try to play us (ahh, yeah, yeah)

A-Team, (yah) aw, A-Team

A-Team, (yah) please don't try to play us (whoo)

A-Team, (whoo, whoo) aw

Animal lyrics - Travis Scott (with B.o.B, T.I.)

I'm floating from the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

[Travis Scott:]

We lost in the world who's feeling safe

It's parked outside been in the case

We walk outside feel like a mason

The preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste

White wine, go ahead and sip your race

And walk in the closet and feel amazed

Ain't no retire, fall out of line and we get to pacin

And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space and

Took the travis may leave you around and place it

That's a classic, no other way to have it

Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress

And look how many bitches piled up on that mattress

I'm feeling too proud, cause all my niggas around

I gotta prove it right now waitin' for 'em to feel it

It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute

Cause now I'm in the building, god damn, I'm about to kill it

I'm floating from the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

[T.I.:]

3-57 apparel the shit I wearo be Balenciaga

Prada, Margiela or something hotter

Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah

A million dollars on my wardrobe, damier on my collars

Nothing short of an assassin, garments I stick my ass in

Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket

Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise

Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tais

Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow

So impressive, she would this Beretta if I let her

Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime

I swear this dick I give her it'll last her a lifetime

A nice night selling hard rock in the pipeline

Put in their life and now they love a nigga longtime

Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes

Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks

Today is the Sabbath I got seven going at it

On a mattress doing shit you can't imagine, I'm laughing

True story, real talk, that's classic

I'm floating from the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

[Travis Scott:]

Had to leave from home, better off than hell

Skip the town somehow I ended up in jail

Loved the jail, it was better in the cell

Did a little crime, too that shit never ever tell

Somewhat I'm partying the third partying

First she started gargling, and end up swallowing

And went to class too and got some knowledge

You fucking with the devil like she over popping him

She love the pills too she over popping em'

She's standing in the line, just to do the line

Fuck is that fresher than a motherfucker

Tell me wanna fuck with us

Frontline hands up, niggas while we thrown dust

I'm floating from the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating

From the ground

Big Shot lyrics - Kendrick Lamar & Travis Scott

(from "Black Panther" soundtrack)

Wakanda, welcome

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Big shot (Hol' up, wait), peanut butter insides (No)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Big shot (Big shot, hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (Hol' on)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?

Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty

Got them, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah

Top off, gettin' topped-off in the city

Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy

Pop off and I pop back like Fiddy, yeah

I hit the ceilin' and forgot about the floor, yeah

Brand so big, got my haters on the ropes, yeah

This be the wave plus I live on the coast, yeah

When I touch a bag, young nigga do the most, yeah

Mm, woo, and I Wakanda flex (Yeah)

And you know what time it is (Yeah)

But don't know what grindin' is (Yeah)

Baby, I care, baby, I swear

Only one real nigga here, only two real niggas here, yeah

Big shot (Hol' up, wait), peanut butter insides (No)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Big shot (Big shot, hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (Hol' on)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

[Travis Scott {Kendrick Lamar}:]

Big shots (Yeah), purped up, syruped up, nigga, like Pimp C

Flight suit, 'bout to slide down Space City

Top down, she down under like Iggy, yeah (It's lit)

Lockjaw when the night call too litty

Knockoff, get your rocks off, got plenty

Got rocks, got Jay's, got 'Ye, got Lenny, yeah

I need my engine, she need extensions (Yeah)

Don't be the center, attention, just play your position (Straight up)

Got my life on a yacht mission 'cause they been a vision (Yeah, yeah)

Runnin' through these waves like I'm Moses out the booth

Hop out the trees (Skrrt, skrrt), whippin' a frog and it leap

Foggy, can't breathe, Vacheron over Philippe (Alright)

Out in the street (Yeah), chill with the gang, make it sweet

Big shots (Yeah, {doo-doo-doo-doo}), forget your name like I'm Steve (Yeah)

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Big shot (Hol' up, wait), peanut butter insides (No)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Big shot (Big shot, hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (Hol' on)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

CHopstix lyrics - ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Fly high, I'm too high

Watch, splash, car, fast

Dash, zoom, smooth, ooh

Spend cash, glide by

[Travis Scott:]

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)

I let 'em chop sticks, chop sticks, chop sticks (Alright)

Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)

Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh)

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)

Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)

Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)

Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh, it's lit)

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Ayy, I'm trippin' on you, I gotta have you

I spend it on you, I might buy two

Now get in my coupe

I like her legs up like chopsticks

Luxury in my optics

Your ex-man's on the opp list

I'm validated to pop shit

I'm a high profile, hunnid mile, flex

Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex

I got a bad habit with bad habits

Beat the pussy up, stab at it

Divin' in like I'm mad at it

Secured the bag, I need all static (Ayy)

[Travis Scott:]

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)

I let 'em chop sticks, chop sticks, chop sticks (Alright)

Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)

Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh)

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)

Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)

Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)

Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh, it's lit)

[ScHoolboy Q:]

I got 25 rolled up on my dresser

25 bad ones in the function, can I stretch her?

Who wanna get chose for the foreplay?

Hop on the black rose on your b-day

Make everybody fall for you jealous

Bat wing on the ground to the PJ

I say, "Bad bitch, bad bitch, five star, bad bitch"

Got you on, whatever you want, gotta have it

Fuck so good, that's talent

I pray for you, now that's balance

I run it up before the trial end

They talkin' 'bout us, we wildin', we wildin' (Ayy)

[Travis Scott:]

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)

I let 'em chop sticks, chop sticks, chop sticks (Alright)

Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)

Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh)

Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)

Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)

Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)

Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh, it's lit)

Dinosaurus lyrics - Travis Scott

[Yung Mazi:]

Mazi Osbourne, ya dig what the fuck I'm sayin'? You know I'm, the type of nigga that's gonna fuck a ho, send her to the store, pull off on her. You know, bitch said I had a baby on the way, I told her we gon' see on Labor Day. I ain't gonna drop a bitch off unless she stay on the spray away. Ayy, when these hoes gonna pull up for all of us? Yeah, you get what I'm saying, you wanna marry 'em, you gotta marry my niggas, fuck you mean? Tell that bitch I said shut the fuck up, sit down, and pour up

[Travis Scott:]

Bitch

Pop the codeine and pour the porridge

Got some shorties to pull up on us

To walk my orbit and fuck my homies

It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus

You're my tourist, come be my tourist

I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist

12 at the door, flush it down the toilet

With dem boys, whippin' it enormous

My dick enormous

Fightin' the mood

Breakin' the rules, howl at the moon

Yellin' my blues, wanna hit snooze

Chase it with booze

I'm out in the noon, she out in the nude

Fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June

I'm under the moon followin' you

I'm out of my head, I'm out on the road

It's nowhere to go, I gave you my soul

Am I right, am I wrong?

Tryna get home

The love, I'm up in the hill

My high's as low as a hill

High's as low as a hill

Pop the codeine and pour the porridge

Got some shorties to pull up on us

To walk my orbit and fuck my homies

It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus

You're my tourist, come be my tourist

I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist

12 at the door, flush it down the toilet

With dem boys, whippin' it enormous

My dick enormous

I'm in them ovaries, I'm in them ovaries

I don't know these niggas, ridin' with them motorists

Fallin' on some diamond bourse and now we all rich

Hidin' all this, out in that orbit, I just record it

Now it's a party, yeah, it's a garden, let's get it started

I forgot it, she pass the Marley, tweak off a molly

Pop a Xan, then tie the red up

Don't hold a petty ho for ransom

Goddamn for answer, pop on a lancer

Pop the codeine and pour the porridge

Got some shorties to pull up on us

To walk my orbit and fuck my homies

It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus

You're my tourist, come be my tourist

I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist

12 at the door, flush it down the toilet

With dem boys, whippin' it enormous

My dick enormous

Dinosaurus, dinosaurus

Pop the codeine and pour the porridge

Got some shorties to pull up on us

To walk my orbit and fuck my homies

It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus

You're my tourist, come be my tourist

I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist

12 at the door, flush it down the toilet

With dem boys, whippin' it enormous

My dick enormous

Down In Atlanta lyrics - Pharrell Williams & Travis Scott

Down in Atlanta

Stayed at the Centerfold

Downstairs my Aventador

You should have seen it

Down in Atlanta

At the Graveyard Tavern

You thought you seen a ghost

It's just where the Phantoms are

Shawty thicker than kevlar (Yeah)

It's wall to wall

Feel the heat

Through my drawers

I told shawty to bring the wave

You know life's a beach

She said, "Life's a bitch"

Let's hit Magic City

Watch 'em fly from the sky

While we line up the wall

Like confetti, how it falls

Let 'em leave with it all

We ain't never been this high

The city big, feeling small

Keep me wake, never off

4-4 when you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Down in Atlanta

Might just slide through the zone

Not talking LeBron home

When I say I'm in Cleveland

Drown in my Fanta

Coke factory is my store

I mix it up how I pour

Gotta see how I drink it

Woke up feeling like Fabo (Yeah)

Need a Georgia Peach

Never run outta love

Or run outta weed

Daddy drivin' a tractor

Like a Hellcat on E

Hit 285 dashin'

'Cause I'm loving the speed

Watch 'em fly from the sky (Sky)

While we line up the wall

Like confetti, how it falls

Let 'em leave with it all

We ain't never been this high (High)

The city big, feeling small

Keep me wake, never off

4-4 when you

Watch 'em, watch 'em fly, fly from the, from the sky

Down in Atlanta

Just like Havana

And gotta get it on, gotta get it on, gotta get it on, gotta get it on

Call up Miami

Atlantic, Atlantis

And we get it on, gonna get it on, gonna get it on, gonna get it on

Watch 'em fly from the sky (Sky)

While we line up the wall

Like confetti, how it falls

Let 'em leave with it all

We ain't never been this high (High)

The city big, feeling small

Keep me wake, never off

4-4 when you

Dreamcatcher lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Swae Lee & Travis Scott)

When you come back in here, we gon' be like, ayy!

Trust me, bitch, trust me

[Swae Lee:]

Hypnotize me with that motion

Girl, you might even provoke me

To spend, spend all I've got

I can get it back real quick

Give you an experience

Like you've never had before

Dream catch you in your thought, yeah

How'd you get so fine? (Ayy)

I can make you go night, night

I can make you go night, night

You be down for whatever

When I pour it up, I don't measure (Hey)

Say you love me five-ever

Our love was sudden

Make this bitch jump like a step team

See my diamonds, can you say, "Wet dream"?

First let me close the bamboo blinds

She don't say my name but she gotta scream it

Dancin' in the strobe lights

With your eyes on me

I don't need to know your sign

Do you see somethin' you like?

[Travis Scott:]

I know what you're into

I know what you're into

I know what you're into

Hey, yeah!

I can't take your call, I need face time

Rode the metro, took the bassline

Took all the good stuff, now it ain't mine (Hey)

You've been gone for forever

How much I miss your love, I can't measure (No)

Know you got another special

But just for this night, go up a level (Hey)

When we pop outside, let you take lead (Lead)

She just treat the dick like a jetski (Skeet, skeet)

I was posted up like a set piece (Piece)

Where you get these from? I can't take these (Down, yeah)

I'm the one, number one

I've done finally found my home between the moon and the sun

Every time we come around, just know it move and it run

Man it's crazy, all my youngins gotta move with a gun

Drop it down, drop it down, way you do it

Know you come from out of town

I've been stuck off in my ways, I've been workin' on it

On some on my own time, don't be waitin' on me

I've been zoned out in the days, it's an air burst

I've been livin' through a maze on my Fred Durst

Get that shit from out my way, make the mess worse

To the A.M., I make my rounds

Not a peep, don't hear a sound

Now you know if you ain't know it, now you know

[Swae Lee & Travis Scott:]

Wonder what you're into

I know what you're into

I know what you're into

Into, I know what you're into

I know what you're into

I know what you're into

Into, I know what you're into

I know what you're into

I know what you're into (Hey)

[Swae Lee:]

Dancin' in the strobe lights

With your eyes on me

I don't need to know your sign

Do you see somethin' you like?

[Travis Scott:]

I know what you're into

I know what you're into

I know what you're into

durag activity lyrics - Baby Keem & Travis Scott

[Baby Keem:]

Freak bitch keep starin' at the Draco

Type to lob up all my summer, make my days long

Fuck up a bitch nigga in my bae clothes

Askin' question, all my friends are fake hoes

Double up, no triple six, you're typin' less

Used to do it nine to five, no double shift

If he don't share the ho, he's not my friend

He playin' greedy with the bitch, come get your mans

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity

Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench

You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench

You big stench in my life, you big stench

You big stench in my life, you big stench

[Travis Scott:]

Your energy is triple six and mine is blessed (Ooh)

Thank God I put them crosses on before we met, yeah (Ooh)

No time we takin' off today, my type of stress (Stress, ooh)

I send them boys by surprise, they gon' collect it (Ooh, yeah)

Ain't seen your ass in 'bout two weeks, but how you doin'? (Ooh)

But this Bugatti cost me three, I ten-to-two it (Ooh, yeah)

Ooh, Jacques, you a asshole, yeah (Oh)

If it's beef, it's pedigree, my dawgs gon' chew it (Yeah, chew)

Takin' blues right after blues is how she blew it (Yeah, ah)

Ate the whole bag 'fore it got to me, she runnin' through it (Yeah)

Keep talkin' wreck when we do crashes, have insurances

Talkin' money when I'm on the Peloton for the endurance

I like IQ and she cute, so she special (Yeah, yeah)

And I like the way she bounce it, instrumental (Instru—)

I can't fall in love, it's fuckin' up my mental (Fuckin' up my mental)

I can't fuck with bitch niggas on the menstrual (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Too good, 2AM, need the fade (Yeah, yeah)

I like you at 4AM when it ain't safe (It ain't safe)

And she with it, with the blicky when it's late (Late)

She roll me one, I dick her down, she tie my braids up (Yeah)

She go out, I go in, it's okay (Ooh, alright)

She keep powder on her nose, it's not no makeup (It's lit)

Bandana silky, on the braces inside her later

She need a light, she need a taste-taste-ta-ta-taste

[Baby Keem:]

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity

Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench

You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench

You big stench in my life, you big stench

You big stench in my life, you big stench

Huh, I'm big rich

Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho

You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho

You know I get it from my mama, ho-ho

Don't talk to your mama crazy, ho-ho, have a baby, ho

Give me top and braid my hair, not while I'm prayin' tho

Don't be eyeballin' your sister, ho-ho, smokin' mystical

Two hoes gettin' physical, huh, more like scissorin'

Kiss a bitch, no Listerine, clitoris flickerin'

Pussy taste like tangerine

You went back to your ex on me (Huh), just to flex on me

But that shit don't mean anything, quit textin' me

You got an innocent face, I stroke it

You got good taste, when we met, I left you frozen

I know you wanna be a rich nigga focus

You love me because I get the check and throw it

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity, huh-huh

Durag activity

Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench

You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench

You big stench in my life, you big stench

You big stench in my life, you big stench

ESCAPE PLAN lyrics - Travis Scott

Twelve-figure estate plan, that was the escape plan

But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man

But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin'

But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé (Let's go)

We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant

She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay (It's lit)

Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay

Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae (Yeah)

That WAP need draining, just have it if you singing, okay (Woah)

Fuck that Birkin, she just need some encouragement (Uh)

Fix that attitude, she think she need a surgeon, okay

And show some gratitude, I put you in that altitude, okay

It's stuck like magnets do, I put you in that magnitude, oh, hey (Yeah)

I embrace the pussy, I'm not tryna embarrass you (Straight up, ahh)

Okay, I got a lavish crew, me and Chase the rocker dated you (Woo, Woo)

Me and Bizzy trap, I'm not a rapper, a lot I do, a lot at you

A film director, Helter Skelter, off the seltzer like it's juice (Let's go, yeah)

Twelve figure estate plan, that was the escape plan

But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man (Right)

But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin'

But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé

We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant (It's lit)

She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay (It's lit)

Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay

Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae

Niggas dyin' for the chain around my neck, that's Life Alert (Ooh)

I be tryin' not to go back in my ways, I can't revert (Ooh)

The excursion, them seven seas, I drop her off at Turks (Yeah)

If it's static, then I'm having .50 drop 'em off at church

Up early rolling up a Benny, she just wanna taste the candy (Yeah, yeah)

Prolly soaking up her panties, nasty when she off the— (Woo, woo)

Bust a move, I'm Marco Angie, I just went and bought a planet

Nah, that shit was never planted (Yeah)

Twelve figure estate plan, that was the escape plan

But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man

But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin'

But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé

We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant

She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay

Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay

Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae

Yeah

FRANCHISE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug & M.I.A.)

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

[Travis Scott (Young Thug):]

Yup, in my white tee

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

[Travis Scott {M.I.A.} *Young Thug*:]

Cacti, not no iced tea (Hah)

Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)

Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)

Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

{Incredible, icki-icki, in general}

I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh)

Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese

(Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh)

Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)

I seen his face, seen it *Ayy*, yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

[Young Thug:]

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)

Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)

Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)

Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)

I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)

Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)

Keep that, keep that ho (Uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)

Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)

Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)

Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)

I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)

Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)

Princey in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)

Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)

Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)

[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}

[M.I.A. (Sheck Wes):]

'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin' man

Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy

Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

There's a lot I'm gon' spend

Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin

[M.I.A. (Travis Scott):]

Trippin' like I'm trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee

Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life

London city, left the town (Ah)

Thug and Travis be the fam

[Travis Scott {Young Thug):]

Yup, yeah, you know that {Slatt}

And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah)

Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack

I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies

I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go)

When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit), it's like Zootopia

You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us

At 4 A.M. I'm phonin' ya', not for no shoulder rub

Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck

[Travis Scott:]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please

Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me

Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my

[M.I.A.:]

(Maya!) I be where the fuck the light be

Bangers in the system, it's

Bangers in the system, it's

Ancient Anunnaki

Bangers in the system, it's that

Bangers in the system, it's that

M.I.A

FRANCHISE (REMIX) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future, Young Thug & M.I.A.)

[Future:]

Haha, yeah

[Future {Travis Scott}:]

I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch

I made you get that Patek first and bust it down, bitch

I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm, no cap (Yeah) {Yeah}

I'm a franchise nigga, yup (You like a hundred mil' up)

Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game {Two hundred million}

Yeah, I bought my first Rollie servin' 'caine, yeah

Told your main thing, shit, at least she can pour my cup

I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup (Pluto)

Fully loaded, totin' magazine, yup (Super)

Bitch, I'm rollin' and I'm on codeine, yup (Bitch, I might be)

Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah

Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah

I been gettin' my checks before I knew what was Nikes (Knew what was Nikes)

Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like I'm Tyson

PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin' {Yeah}

Take that nigga BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones

One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)

Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super Slimey shit (Super Slimey, ayy)

Swappin' hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah (Swappin', yeah) {Alright}

Watch so froze, don't know what time it is now, yeah

Sak pasé, we shootin' with confidence (N'ap boule)

Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment, yeah {Straight up}

Ballin' like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah {Ooh, ooh}

Pluto {Freeband Gang (It's lit)}

[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}

[Travis Scott, M.I.A. *Young Thug*:]

Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)

Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)

Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)

Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

{Incredible, i-i, i-i, general}

I just start the label just to sign me

Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)

Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)

*I seen his face, seen it* Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

[Young Thug:]

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)

Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On the private flights, brrat)

Popped him in his hands, he was typing (Da, da, da)

Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)

I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)

Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)

Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)

R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)

Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)

Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)

Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)

I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)

Yep, in my slime tee (Doot, doot-doot, hee)

Prince, he in his prime, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)

Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)

Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doot)

[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}

[Travis Scott {M.I.A.}:]

{'Scuse me}

Backin' out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain

In the corporate buildin' I'm double-cuppin' champagne

Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name

Tryna show all my young niggas how to start to believe

Comin' through with no top, she showin' the Mickey D's

After twelve A.M., come through with a special

Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels

Go Off lyrics - Travis Scott (with Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert)

(from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[Quavo:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)

One more ride (Ride)

One more race (Race)

We go all out (All out)

We don't play

[Travis Scott:]

One more ride, one more race

We don't slow down, ain't no brakes (Ooh)

[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]

I'ma go off (Yah, yah)

I'ma ride tonight (Yah)

It don't matter what we face (Yah)

I'ma go off {Straight up}

[Travis Scott (Quavo):]

I'ma ride tonight (Yah)

I'm the master of my fate (Ooh)

[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off} (Go off)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off}

Yah, I gotta go now

[Quavo:]

Takin' off and I'm ridin' on the road now

Hit the gas, no brakes, gotta go now

Put my life on the line, yeah, it's on me

Blood rushin' through my veins, no IV

Ride, switchin' lanes, you can't stop me

You can smell the propane when you pass me (Propane)

Ride for the gang because I'm the chief (Gang, gang)

Helicopter hoverin', it's high speed

Chase, drive, straight (Drive)

I'ma, race, to the, cake (Cake, drive)

Flame, on it, no chain, on me (On me)

All of, us, became, homies

[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]

One more ride (Ride)

One more race (Race)

We go all out (All out)

We don't play

{One more ride, one more race}

{We don't slow down, ain't no brakes} (Ooh)

I'ma go off {Yah, yah}

I'ma ride tonight {Yah}

It don't matter what we face (Yah)

I'ma go off {Straight up}

{I'ma ride tonight} (Yah)

{I'm the master of my fate} (Ooh)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off} (Go off)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off}

Yah, I gotta go now

[Travis Scott:]

Nine-nine, nine-nine (Yah)

You're rockin' with the ether child in overdrive (Yah, yah)

Yeah, yeah, I-5 to I-9

We go all night, yeah (Ooh, straight up)

Double 0 speed, double 0 Chevy (Yah)

I hit the fourth gear, hope I don't drift (Yah, yah)

Souped up cars all around me (Yah, yah)

Hot-boxin' at a high speed (Yah, yah)

One lane drivin' (Ooh-ooh, yah)

Bad thing 'side me (Ooh-ooh, yah)

One more time on the road (It's lit)

One more time 'fore we go (Straight up)

[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]

One more ride (Ride)

One more race (Race)

We go all out (All out)

We don't play

{One more ride, one more race}

{We don't slow down, ain't no brakes} (Ooh)

I'ma go off {Yah, yah}

I'ma ride tonight {Yah}

It don't matter what we face (Yah)

I'ma go off {Straight up}

{I'ma ride tonight} (Yah)

{I'm the master of my fate} (Ooh)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off} (Go off)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off}

Yah, I gotta go now

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Gotta go now (Go)

Gotta go, swervin' in my whip can't slow down (Go, skrrr)

Drivin' fancy cars, boy, I'm on the road now (Hmm)

Automatic start, my Vic take a code now (Now)

Yuh, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar (Guitar)

Why you pay so much for yo' Nissan? Because it's GTR (R)

First, I shift it, click it, burnin' rubber like I'm movin' dark (Yah)

Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars

Yeah, relate to the stars

I'ma race you for a pink slip

I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin'

My adrenaline start pumpin' so I been stopped blinkin'

[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]

One more ride (Ride)

One more race (Race)

We go all out (All out)

We don't play

{One more ride, one more race}

{We don't slow down, ain't no brakes} (Ooh)

I'ma go off {Yah, yah}

I'ma ride tonight {Yah}

It don't matter what we face (Yah)

I'ma go off {Straight up}

{I'ma ride tonight} (Yah)

{I'm the master of my fate} (Ooh)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off} (Go off)

I'ma go off (Yah)

{I'ma go off}

Yah, I gotta go now

Goosebumps (Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott & HVME

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worried 'bout those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

When you're not around (Straight up)

When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

7-1-3

Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?

Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key

I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worried 'bout those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

When you're not around (Straight up)

When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

When I'm pullin' up right beside ya

Pop star, lil' Mariah

When I text a cute game, wildness

Throw a stack on the Bible

Never Snapchat or took molly

She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah

We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah

Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all

Yeah, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong

Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed

Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)

Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate

Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay

Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know

Oh, back the fuck up off me

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worried 'bout those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

When you're not around

When you throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time

Green & Purple lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Playboi Carti:]

What? What? Huh?

What? What? Uh

What? What? Huh?

What? What? Huh?

What? What? Huh?

[Travis Scott {Playboi Carti}:]

Lil' mama, she loyal, uh (Yeah)

Lil' mama a star, uh {Huh?}

Lil' mama, she give no fucks (It's lit)

Bite it (Woah)

This a steak (Woah)

She a psychic (Yeah} {What?}

She excited, uh (Alright)

Hotpocket, uh {What?}

Appetite it, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Help her tie this {What? What?}

Help her ride this (It's lit)

Help her leave {What? Yeah}

Help her psychic {What? Woah}

Help her drown it {What? What?}

Help her ride it {What? What?, straight up}

Help her leak {Uh, what? What?}

Help her deep (Yeah, yeah, uh)

Couple Gs {Uh, what?}

Couple keys (Yeah, yeah)

Hundred Gs {What? What?}

I got her on smash {What?}

She let it go fast (Yeah)

Don't know what to do with all this cash, yeah (Alright)

Yeah, green and purple {What?}

Got me goin' in circles (It's lit)

Yeah, it's after curfew

She done snuck the work through (Straight up)

Yeah, it's controversial

How we make the world moves (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you said I heard you

Don't think I overheard you {Woah, woah}

{What? What? What? What? What?

Yeah {Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, what?}

Don't think I overheard {What? Yeah, what? What? Huh?}

Don't think I overheard {Woah, woah, what? Uh}

Yeah {What? What? What?}

Yeah {What?}

Yeah, bad line me

Yeah, remain lowkey (Yeah)

Yeah, fuck on me {What?}

Yeah, silently (It's lit)

Yeah, Jacques don't eat {What?}

No, Jacques don't speak (Alright)

Yeah, ride lonely {What?}

Yeah, drivin' with no keys

I can go do 'bout a hundred of these (Straight up)

All my fruits bloody like Applebees (Yeah)

Cannot be tamed, yeah, I had to go

Call me up Semi right up the road

I been up leanin' for nine days

I ain't been sleep in like five days

Night in the shuttle, we're cold as hell

You want us to win, I can never tell

In the inside, I dropped this

Look at the sky for ideas (Alright)

Astroworld time, it's timeless

In the back of my mind, it reminds us (Yeah)

They don't want time, I'm beastin'

Hit him with time for like me (Straight up)

Overly hooked up to IV, yeah

Open up the doors, ho, let 'em swing (Let 'em swing)

Yeah, link up like the rose gold on the chain (On the chain)

Yeah, Hpnotiq and tonic off of everything (Yeah)

Yeah, circles 'round your bitch, circles 'round your gang ('Round your gang)

Yeah, kick it like Cobain {What? What}

Yeah, green and purple (Yeah, what?)

Got me goin' in circles (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, it's after curfew {Woah}

She done snuck the work through (It's lit)

Yeah, it's controversial

How we make the world moves (Straight up)

Yeah, you said I heard you

Don't think I overheard you {Woah, woah}

{What? What? What? What? What?}

Yeah {Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, what?}

Don't think I overheard {What? Yeah, what? What? Huh?}

Don't think I overheard {Woah, woah, what? Uh}

Yeah {What? What? What?}

Yeah {What?}

[Playboi Carti:]

How you pull up on that bitch? (What?)

We get the guap and we kick it (What?)

Shawty gon' suck like a tick (What?)

Diamonds, they look like a disc (What?)

I pour the lean in the Mist (What?)

I cannot handle no shit (What?)

Shawty just handle this shit, uh

I pop the Perc' and I kick, uh (Kick)

We get the guap and we kick, uh

I get the guap and I split (Split)

Split the whole thing with my clique, uh

VVS diamond on my wrist (Yeah)

My diamond not Tiffany, bitch, uh

Under no light and it hit, uh

All of these bitches we hit (All of these hoes)

Uh, fuckin' this bitch (All of these hoes)

Uh, shawty be look like a bitch (Shawty be lit)

Uh, uh, hittin' that shit (Yeah)

Forty clip came wit' the stick (What?)

Yeah, rockin' the shows (What? What?)

Got 'em like "woah" (Yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' these hoes (Yeah, yeah)

Dodgin' them hoes (I'm dodgin' your bitch, yeah, yeah)

Keepin' the pole (Yeah, yeah)

Got her on go (What? Yeah)

You know how it go (Yeah, yeah)

Got her on road (Yeah, yeah)

In love with my roll (Yeah)

Yeah, count that bankroll (Yeah)

Yeah, ain't lovin' them hoes (Yeah, yeah)

That's when I roll (Yeah)

[Travis Scott {Playboi Carti}:]

Yeah, green and purple {What?}

Got me goin' in circles {Woah}

Yeah, it's after curfew

She done snuck the work through

Yeah, it's controversial

How we make the world moves (Straight up)

Yeah, you said I heard you

Don't think I overheard you {Woah, woah}

{What? What? What? What? What?}

Yeah {Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, what?}

Don't think I overheard {What? Yeah, what? What? Huh?}

Don't think I overheard {Woah, woah, what? Uh}

Yeah {What? What? What?}

Yeah {What?}

[Playboi Carti {Travis Scott}:]

What? What?

What? What?

What? What?

{Yeah}

High Fashion lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future)

[Future:]

We, we, we predicted this

You was ignorant, we predicted this

See how y'all at me? You see how they at me?

They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit

Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion

I'm high fashion, I'm on acid

I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion

I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic

Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic

Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic

And I'm strapped with that plastic

I love this music with a passion

Ah yeah-yeah-yeah

[Travis Scott:]

Maison Margiela blunts (Yeah), Louis Vuitton double cups (Yeah)

Designer drugs, you get seamed up if it tastes cut

Niggas rollin' like rollers, might roll up in dun-ta-dun (Straight up)

Don't think that I've had enough (La Flame!)

Cause I been on the binge

Scored a coke model, that's a high fashion win

Splurgin' in the mall got me spendin' all my ends

Yeah, we made it to the hills now (Straight up)

Coke costs a couple bills now

Yeah, tell me how it feels now

Tired of motherfuckers wanna be trill

Yeah, down south, it get real

Diamonds two steppin' every time I crack the grill

Niggas still hate hatin' niggas how I live

[Future (Travis Scott):]

See how y'all at me? You see how they at me? (We see y'all niggas)

They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit (We see y'all niggas)

Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion (Yeah)

I'm high fashion, I'm on acid

I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion

I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic

Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic

Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic

And I'm strapped with that plastic

Fly and flashy, fly and flashy

Fly and flashy, oh, oh, oh

[Future:]

Ain't no recession bitch, ain't got collections bitch

I don't respect the bitch, I might say fuck the bitch

And then go and fuck the bitch, I'm seein' a psychiatrist

The devil inside me, and I'm tryna hide it

This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin' it

I wear so much Givenchy, that they say I'm abusin' it

I went and tried to sit down with the Pope

And tell him I was usin' too much dope

The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the coke

See how y'all at me? You see how they at me?

They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit

Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion

I'm high fashion, I'm on acid

I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion

I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic

Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic

Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic

And I'm strapped with that plastic

I love this music with a passion

Ah yeah-yeah-yeah

HIGHEST IN THE ROOM lyrics - Travis Scott

I got room in my fumes (Yeah)

She fill my mind up with ideas

I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)

Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)

She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)

I see some things that you might fear

I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)

That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)

Now I got her in my room (Ah)

Legs wrapped around my beard

Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt)

Hope we make it outta here (Ah)

When I'm with you, I feel alive

You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)

Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die

Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah)

Case it's fumes (Smoke)

She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)

I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)

Hope I make it outta here (Let's go, yeah)

We ain't stressin' 'bout the loot (Yeah)

My block made of quesería

This not the molly, this the boot

Ain't no comin' back from here

Live the life of La Familia

It's so much gang that I can't see ya (Yeah)

Turn it up 'til they can't hear (We can't)

Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill

Yeah, dawg, dawg, 'round my real (Gang)

Raw, raw, I been pourin' to the real (Drank)

Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP (In the VIP)

Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel

Ah, this my life, I did not choose

Uh, been on this since we was kids

We gon' stay on top and break the rules

Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas

Case it's fumes

She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)

I'm the highest in the room (I'm the highest, it's lit)

Hope I make it outta here

Hold That Heat lyrics - Southside, Future & Travis Scott

Southside on the track, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah)

Whatever I say (Whatever I say)

Uh-huh (Cactus Jack)

Uh-huh (Travis, Travis, uh-huh, Travis, Travis, Travis)

Whatever I say (Travis, Travis)

(Yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah, Pluto)

Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater (Cactus Jack)

Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)

Sittin' across, they get it (Uh-huh)

The snipers that with me ain't trippin' (Uh-huh, Pluto)

Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Whatever I say)

Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Whatever I say)

And they know I'm lethal (Uh-huh)

I done been a lot illegal (Uh-huh)

Crib packed down in Rio (Uh-huh)

Ten chains, I'ma free up (Whatever I say)

Niggas want beef, I'm that G, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh)

My diet on keto (Straight up, uh-huh)

Five guys with me on G up (Uh-huh)

Shootin' six like Ceelo (Ooh, whatever I say)

I'm wanted (Yeah)

One of the top of the barrel (Let's go, uh-huh)

Number one, get all the zeros (Uh-huh)

Sippin' on water not Styro' (Drank)

Niggas keep tryin', they keep playin' around (Uh-huh)

Before he end up on a mural (Uh-huh)

Block gettin' spent like a euro (Uh-huh)

I'm Batman, I hang with no hero, yeah (Let's go)

Out of the South then we packed to the East

Jumped in somewhere I could buy me a seat (Yeah)

They moved out West because bro had a V

Looked in his eyes and said, "Need one of these"

Three hunnid days and it still ain't no sleep

Inside and outside, it was ninety degrees

Now it's big tables with lot of us seat

Mafia shit, do you got it, capisce? (Got it, capisce?)

Shippin' this load out the side, creep (Uh-huh)

I got a vibe, gotta keep it a secret (Uh-huh)

That's not a body, she got a physique (Whatever I say it)

Took her to Brooklyn to meet with thirteen

She got some friends I've been wantin' to meet (Uh-huh)

She got a squad, yeah, she keep her some demons (Keep her some demons, uh-huh)

All of the heat, they love them some freaks

We got the heat (Whatever I say it)

Hold that, hold that heater

Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Hold)

Hold that, hold that heater (Hold, ooh, yeah)

We poppin', I know that they get it (It's lit)

The snipers that's with me ain't trippin' (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Whatever I say)

Second verse, I'm locked in (Uh-huh)

Whole squad on me, testin' (Whole squad on me, testin')

Ten plus in mathematics (Uh-huh)

Lotta racks on this plastic (Yeah, whatever I say)

Six months down out in Cabo

The lil' tryna teach me Spanish (Alright)

Altoids shaped like Xanax (Uh-huh)

Cup spilled up then vanished (Whatever I say)

Yeah, I came out the streets with a demon, yeah (Uh-huh)

Stay high and creep low Lamborghini, yeah (Uh-huh)

I'm clutchin' the pole, I'm a stinger, yeah (Uh-huh)

I got a main bitch but I mingle, yeah (Whatever I say)

I'm drowning this pill with some lean, yeah (Uh-huh)

The hook on the chopper, Kareem, yeah (Uh-huh)

I'm poppin' these bitches like a bean, yeah (Uh-huh)

She sit in the coupe and she eatin', yeah (Whatever I say)

I said I want smoke then achieve, yeah (Uh-huh)

I get at them chicken for cheap, yeah (Uh-huh)

I'm spillin', designer my jeans, yeah (Uh-huh)

My shirt all the way down to my feet, yeah (Whatever I say)

Fuck all with you, die by the law, won't shit you manage, yeah (Uh-huh)

I'm turnin' one M to a hundred of them (Uh-huh)

And I'm 'bout to get me a V (Whatever I say)

Exotics on exotics on exotics on exotics, I want that bitch, I keep her (Uh-huh)

Poppin' a pill and I'm drinkin' my drank, man, fuck what they say, I don't need it (Whatever I say)

Old man shoulda just stayed in his place, I ghost that bitch, I don't need her, yeah

Hold that, hold that heater

Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Hold)

Hold that, hold that heater (Hold, ooh, yeah)

We poppin', I know that they get it (It's lit)

The snipers that's with me ain't trippin' (Yeah, yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater

Hold that, hold that heater

Hold that, hold that heater

Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Hold, ooh)

Hold that, hold that heater (Hold)

We poppin', I know that they get it (Lit)

The snipers that's with me ain't trippin' (Yeah, yeah)

Hold that, hold that heater

Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)

Whole squad on me testin'

Yeah

Alright

Home lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Roscoe Dash)

[Roscoe Dash:]

Tonight we'll slide to the future, have the time of our lives

In one night, every night, for the rest of our lives

We're hovercraft fly, lookin' down at the stars

You ain't ever been this fly before

Party like it's '94

And get twisted

[Travis Scott:]

This a new world, no rules

Hop in my spaceship and let's cruise

See the whole galaxy like we on shrooms

Burnin' all the gas, might get high off the fumes

A couple more toasts of these damn mimosas

I leave her legs spread like she fuckin' Moses

I leave her back bent a lil' scoliosis

Liftoff, hit the perc, hope I don't swerve

Mayday, mayday

Make a lil' cheese, your pockets need to gain weight

We gon' to the stars, I took her on a play date

Where they're speakin' a language that nobody can translate

She see the Earth then froze

If you scared of heights, then baby keep them eyes closed

Feelin' like Biggie cause this money ain't a thing

Might need more champagne so niggas can make it rain

[Roscoe Dash:]

Tonight we'll slide to the future, have the time of our lives

In one night, every night, for the rest of our lives

We're hovercraft fly, lookin' down at the stars

You ain't ever been this fly before

Party like it's '94

And get twisted

[Kanye West:]

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

[Travis Scott:]

Been grindin' all day so it's good for the night though

Workin' all weekend so I might blow

Don't worry 'bout it, even if the light's low

Cause I threw on the 'Giela like a light show

I need more bottles, more flames

More with my whole gang

I do it cause we do it

Buy everything that we all drink

It's strange when your niggas turn fake

A dime never weigh another weight

Models on models, they 'bout it, 'bout it

The bitches, bitches on top of my world

My world at the top of it

Bill me them niggas that's poppin'

Coppin', they scared of them trenches

Got homies with homies in Heaven

Them niggas existin'

[Roscoe Dash (Travis Scott):]

Tonight we'll slide to the future

(God level in my section over here)

Have the time of our lives

(Bitch don't look at my section over here)

In one night, every night

(Clap, make it rain, clap when they bring it back)

For the rest of our lives

(It be like stack, after 'nother stack, we get after that)

We're hovercraft flym lookin' down at the stars

You ain't ever been this fly before

Party like it's '94

And get twisted

[Kanye West:]

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

[Roscoe Dash:]

Tonight we'll slide to the future, have the time of our lives

In one night, every night, for the rest of our lives

We're hovercraft fly, lookin' down at the stars

You ain't ever been this fly before

Party like it's '94

And get twisted

HOUDINI lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Playboi Carti)

Ooh (What the fuck they on, man?)

(Beep, beep, beep, beep)

What? What? Uh, what?

Ooh (Hold up, yeah, hold up)

Ooh (Hold up, yeah, what? Check it out, slatt)

Ooh (Yeah, what? What? Yeah)

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

Moved at me, you moved with caution (What? Yeah)

Uh, 512, she ball from Austin (Ooh, it's lit)

Uh, watchin' Family Guy, no way to pause it (Alright)

Yeah, heard the voicemail and she damn near lost it (What?)

Hear the silence, hear the water from the faucet (Straight up, phew)

One, two, three, we lasted longer than an auction (Yeah, yeah)

Thought I sold it, but it ain't no way she bought it (Yeah)

Time to fill up the 'Wood with narcotics (It's lit)

Yeah, I'm up in the trees if you need me (In the trees)

Yeah, back up and the gang go for a three-peat (Alright)

Yeah, back up off the gang, man, we need three feet (Three)

While I mix up the magic, Houdini (Yeah)

I'm in the 9 (Ooh)

I'm in the 9

I'm in the 9 (Ooh)

I'm in the 9

Yeah, reppin' the 9, yeah

Yeah, I'm in my prime

Ayy, yeah, we in the grind

Breakin' it down

I just left Houston, ooh, yeah

Meet me at Travis' spot, ooh

We at the Batcave, yeah

We at the pitstop, yeah

I got these dreadlocks, yeah

I'm in the big block, yeah

I'm in that rich spot, yeah

You in the fed spot, ooh

I feel like the only one, hold up

They callin' me deadstock, ayy

These niggas be holdin' their tongue, hold up

They don't be sayin' a lot

I'm in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)

I'm in a bloody spot, what? (Slatt)

I'm in a dirty spot, huh (Slatt)

I'm in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)

I'm in the trap, I'm in the back, I'm in the birdy spot, uh

Got a little dirty thot, ayy

She come with a dirty spot, ayy

That come with a dirty pot, yeah

I need the dirty with pop, yeah

I need a bitty with pop, yeah

All of my bitches gon' pop, yeah (What? Pop, pop, what?)

(Ooh, what?)

Likka Sto lyrics - Lil Blessin, Travis Scott & G Herbo (feat. BIA)

[Lil Blessin:]

Go

I wanna go to the liquor store

She wanna go to the liquor store

I wanna go to the liquor store

She wanna go to the liquor store

I wanna go to the liquor store

She wanna go to the liquor store

I took a ho to the liquor store

I hit your ho by the liquor store

Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that ho

Goofy ass nigga probably kissed that ho

We be givin' out shots like the liquor store

Blessin', when you finna go to the liquor sto'?

I wanna go to the liquor store

She wanna go to the liquor store

I wanna go to the liquor store

She wanna go to the liquor store

Take a shot, shot, shot, shot, (Woo, woo, woo, bitch)

Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, go, damn damn)

Shots, shots, shots, shots, (Go, shit, fuck, bitch)

Shot, shot, shot, aye bitch, take a— (Go, woo, woo)

I don't wanna make this shit go up

I'm the one makin' these hoes turn they ho up

I'm already drunk than a fuck I might sow up

I might drink me a bottle, Aceto and throw up

You drinkin' Moscato, you don't wanna be sober

Like I went to the crib I'm a Casamigo-la

1942, like it's World War 2

Like I bought you a drink you get shot out the blue (Go)

I'm off the X, drinkin', lookin' like Woo (Poof)

.48 make it rain like Travis Porter (Tro)

Off Taylor, boy, bitch, you out of order

Bitch, you can't drink my bottle, you can't afford it

Where would I be without my bottle of Bossi?

We drink box like bottle of water

Now lil' drunk ho probably'll swallow it

Let me suck her up in the back of the 'Rari

Take a shot, shot, shot, shot, (Woo, woo, woo, bitch)

Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, go, damn damn)

Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, shit, fuck, bitch)

Shot, shot, shot, aye bitch, take a— (Go, woo, woo)

[Travis Scott:]

Runnin' my spot like 7-Eleven, I need it all day, no tint and fold, yeah (It's lit)

When she drivin' the boat, I swear I feel like Jack Sparrow, okay (Yeah)

Told her, "It's two to get in", but fo' she walk in inside of this door, yeah

Way she takin' them shots, I swear she drink enough for us both, okay

My lil' twins, know we go down out in friends, no (Twin)

So much Cacti in this bitch It's like the bath mode (Ahh)

Know you like to bounce it but know you got hands though (Bop it)

What time it is? (Let's go)

It's shot o'clock (Yeah)

Shots up, thots, ayy, shots up, thots, ayy

Shots up, thots, ayy, shots up, thots, ayy

[BIA:]

(BIA, BIA)

I drink the shit out the bottle

I do my lick like my nigga, it swallows

Gotta go stick, I'm going auto (Skrrt)

All of the drip, you need goggles (Uh)

I'm coverin' hoes when I'm off the Quavo (Uh)

I'm in Atlanta, I might act like I'm Quavo

Niggas don't ask what I bring to the table

If he on my ass then he havin' a plate full (Yeah)

He blew back at the liquor sto'

We in Chanel, there gon' be some mo'

They callin' me, come and get yo' ho

That nigga burnt, he ain't lit no mo', uh

I cut him off like, "Who's up next?"

Someone get hurt, nigga, he keep sendin' me these drunk texts, uh (Damn)

Bitch take a shot, what the fuck you sayin'?

Bitch I can't believe I forgot (Damn)

I'm outside all summer and you know the block is hot (Hot, hot)

A bitch think that she heard, but I know she really not

[Lil Blessin {G Herbo}:]

Bitch take a shot, shot, shot, shot, (Woo woo woo, bitch)

{Don't get caught by the liquor store}

Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, go, damn damn)

{Don't get caught by that liquor store}

Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, shit, fuck, bitch)

{—at the liquor store}

Shot, shot, shot, aye bitch, take a— (Chi', Chi', Chi')

{—at the liquor store}

[G Herbo:]

Ayy, let's hit the liquor sto'

Spend a G at the liquor sto'

We know we need some liquor for sure

We ain't need to call the bitches tho' (We ain't need to call the bitches tho')

Ion even pull up with these mini sticks

But foenem say they needed a kit (Fuck it)

Freak bitch try suck my dick

Had to switch the whip 'cause I need me some tan (Yeah)

Uh, lil' bitch talk too much, I blocked her

This the head of dismissal (Aye)

Drinkin' that basse, I done went blocked her

I can't lie, I missed her

She can't take it, I was fakin'

I met her on Finsta (Uh)

How she thought we was gon' make it? I ain't never kissed her (C'mon)

How I'm gon' settle for basics? I feel like the greatest (Yeah)

Take a shot, I told her, "Take it, bitch, take it"

See me in flesh, I ain't even gotta say shit, bitch get naked

Love me so much, you don't even wanna run from me, bitch, take it

I got money and a lot of cars, alotta places

I pop out a lot of charms, alotta bracelets

The real already know my name, I ain't changin' (Woo)

Hit the liquor sto' with my gang (G Herbo), keep the change

MAFIA lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]

Custom the things, custom the wings

I had to custom the vibe, custom the link up

Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine

Cover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V (Yeah)

Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh)

Our misery really ain't nothin' to see

I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh)

Bring out a bag of the weed

Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve

Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve

Rather you leave, then you go back out on me

Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least

You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week

Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet

We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah

Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked

We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck

Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck

City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust

Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count

Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave

Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house

You come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav'

Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out)

Step by step, watch yourself

Cleaners got anything you might've left

I couldn't do none of this by myself

With mafia, they in the tuck

I gave you fifty to boost up your butt

I gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed

I tried to choose you, you'd rather go club

Know what to do, you rattled me up

Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages

Got a couple of vibrations

For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration

[Travis Scott (J. Cole):]

Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)

We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)

Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)

City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)

[Travis Scott:]

Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm

Woah, mm-mm, mm-mm

Fuck shit up at the club (Ooh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Drop down

Run around, run around

[Travis Scott (J. Cole):]

Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)

We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)

Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)

City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)

Mediterranean lyrics - Quality Control, Offset & Travis Scott

[Offset:]

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings, ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jet way, runway with the big face

SK, gun play, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)

I gotta tell the truth

I was expected to lose

I had to pay my dues, yeah

All of these chains on me

I brought the gang with me

Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah

Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear

How I feel, my mama wrist on trill

Watch your daughter before she disappear

'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids

Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em

Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment

Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch

Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave

You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick

We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip

I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered

Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field

No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield

Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills

Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed

Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings, ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jet way, runway with the big face

SK, gun play, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way

[Travis Scott:]

On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble

Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)

Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundle

Goin' in for the summer, hey

Wallet change like the cash

Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash

Don't you hold nothing back (alright)

Rubber band pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah

Make me relocate (straight up)

Told me do not play, I do

Sonic wildin', time to dive in (yeah)

Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in

Butterfly the doors and you dive in

[Offset:]

That's a groupie, bye bitch

Copped the coupe, that's my bitch

We got sticks, we pop shit

Look at these diamonds biting

Freakazoid chain on lightning

Wedding band rings, ain't wife shit, uh

Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS

47 at the end where the knife is

Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh

Jet way, runway with the big face

SK, gun play, get a temp fade

Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way

Money, Power, Respect lyrics - Travis Scott

It's lit

Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)

We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)

Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check

Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)

Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)

We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)

Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check

Every time they see us flex, they be so upset (yeah)

Thousand dollars on me, I've been going all week

Diamonds, all my drugs, nigga, I can't get no sleep

I just want some love, I've been going way too deep

Falling on my mouth, bank can't give me no more weight

Top play, ayy, they haters, young nigga tryna say shit

Big dog conversation, big ice revelation

Rolex rollin' on my piece, I been going fine all week

Yeah, I designed my feet

I fucked around and smashed your niece

Man, they hate, why they can't relate, yeah

Light skin niggas, they just stand and pay, hide away, yeah

I've been going ways

Up all my coats and going away

Every time, even family time, it take no place, yeah

Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)

We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)

Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check

Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)

Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)

We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)

Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check

Every time they see us flex, they be so upset, yeah (yeah)

Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)

We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)

Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check

Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)

Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)

We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)

Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check

Every time they see us flex, they be so upset, yeah (yeah)

Never Sleep lyrics - NAV & Travis Scott (feat. Lil Baby)

Tay Keith, this too hard

Geeked, never sleep

Stretch a hundred to millions in weeks

Gotta run and then ride it for me

Where it's sunny we gotta retreat

Straight from London, she out in the East

Let her shop and she keep the receipts

Don't you tell him you got it from me

After this, I'ma need therapy

I been buildin' up my legacy

Hunnits on hunnits on fold

I been up so far, somewhere

Stuck at the top and it's nowhere to go

I was just thinkin' like, "Damn, to get a new drop so I can circle the floor"

I was just thinkin' like "Damn, some niggas got cropped, I gotta circle to grow"

Soon as we land, we make it go "Pop"

Gave her a grand, she turn it to snot

Got with her man, a nigga got blocked

Gave her a tan, I'm already hot

I gave her the land, the sand, and all the views, and really all you did is plot

I gave you the plans and brands and all the jewels and really all you do is flop

Geeked, never sleep

Stretch a hundred to millions in weeks

Got her runnin' and ridin' for me

Where it's sunny we gotta retreat

Straight from London, she out in the East

Let her shop and she keep the receipts

Don't you tell 'em you got it from me

After this, I'ma need therapy

I been buildin' up my legacy

Hunnits on hunnits on fold

I been up so far, somewhere

Stuck at the top and it's nowhere to go

Yeah

Yeah, I'm from the streets

They remember me, lil' Dominique

I'm a dog don't deny it at all

Nah, for real, keep your bitch on the leash

Why you tryna compete with me? Know you can't see me

I go the hardest and then I press repeat

Give a head start and they still ain't gon' beat me

Birthday did some shit that they can't show on TV

Pull up inside a McLaren like "beep beep"

I took a half of a E now I'm geekin'

Put her on camera, I'm never gon' leak it

Keep that shit classy, when you see me, don't speak to me

Get her away from me, that's what she need to be

Switch the Mercedes sign out for a Brabus B

I pay 'em all they lil' fee, it don't bother me

I'm all on top of this shit 'cause I gotta be

Geeked, never sleep (Yeah)

Stretch a hundred to millions in weeks

Got her runnin' and ridin' for me

Where it's sunny we gotta retreat ('Treat)

Straight from London, she out in the East

Let her shop and she keep the receipts

Don't you tell 'em you got it from me

After this, I'ma need therapy

I been buildin' up my legacy

Hunnits on hunnits on fold

I been up so far, somewhere

Stuck at the top and it's nowhere to go

Got two rings and they forty a piece, gotta ride with a .40 at least

You invite her, she leavin' with me, what you pushin'? There's levels to P (Uh)

I came out the soil, I got mud on my cleats

Ever since "Run It Up," I got my money up, I keep all three of my bitches on fleek

Always stay geeked, if I ran into vampires, they would get high off the shit that I bleed

If a producer don't take off his tag, I'll do it myself and I'll remake the beat

When I go shoppin' I'm spendin' a bag, it touch the floor when I hold up the receipt (Bag)

I been goin' ghost and my doors on suicide

Lookin' in the mirror like, "I really am that guy"

Still my gang, I don't really like to choose sides

Hop off a jet to a check on a red eye

Roll up a spliff, mix a grabba with dead guys

People still hatin' and I still don't know why

Four pockets full, put a molly in a Cacti

Geeked, never sleep

Stretch a hundred to millions in weeks

Got her runnin' and ridin' for me

Where it's sunny we gotta retreat

Straight from London, she out in the East

Let her shop and she keep the receipts

Don't you tell 'em you got it from me

After this, I'ma need therapy

I been buildin' up my legacy

Hunnits on hunnits on fold

I been up so far, somewhere

It's stuck at the top and it's nowhere to go

No More lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott, Kodak Black & 21 Savage)

[Travis Scott:]

You know, the comedown, we really feeling soothing

The comeup got 'em all oozing

Took a one way to take it out of Houston

Took the Metro and we was still booming

I just pour 'til I can't pour no more

I slow down but it ain't slow no more

I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more

I pour up 'til I can't pour no more

I slow down but it ain't slow no more

I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more

[Kodak Black:]

Nowadays I be on ecstasy when I'm bored

I don't even know who keep it real anymore

All that living fast, pour the lean, make ya snore

You know I ain't that nigga to be played, do your homework

If I could do it all over, I'd make the same mistakes

All that fucking over made me who I am today

Slime Maybach with the drapes, you can't see me crash

I was in the school, don't see you pass

I tried the Percy but it ain't work, and I'm a still pop 'em

Drinking purple, smokin' purp, I need to see a body

All that pain, I'm poppin' molly like a antibiotic

I can't help that I'm a zombie, I can't heal my heartache

I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more

Tryna be faded but I can't hold no more

I wanted fame but I don't know no more

I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more

Tryna be faded but I can't hold no more

I wanted fame but I don't know no more

[21 Savage:]

Tried love but I can't no more (Nah)

Tryna find loyalty, it ain't no more (Nah)

Told myself I wasn't gonna drink no more (On God)

It's like the styrofoam glued to me though (Straight up)

I feel weak for using drugs to ease the pain (21)

From the street, concrete in my vein (Straight up)

Lil bit of change make a nigga change (On God)

Different tax bracket but my number still the same (Facts)

I done seen dope turn a nigga who had hope

To a nigga with no hope, hung himself by a rope (Straight up)

No joke 'cause he didn't know the ropes

And he served an undercover, judge gave his ass a boat (Facts)

I done seen fame turn a nigga on his bro

Turn a bitch into a nigga, nigga turned into a ho (21)

Identity crisis, people don't know who they is

'Cause these bitches act like niggas

And these niggas act like hoes (Straight up)

Shooting for the moon but the stars just fine (21)

Tryna make a dollar and I'm short nine dimes (21)

You know I'm a hustler, I'ma grind 'bout mine (21)

Long as I got Metro, nigga I'm gon' shine

[21 Savage, Travis Scott, & Kodak Black:]

I sip drank until I can't no more

Pour up the lean until I can't no more

One more cup, I think I just might snore

I sip drank until I can't no more

Pour up the lean until I can't no more

One more cup, I think I just might snore

I just pour 'til I can't pour no more

I slow down but it ain't slow no more

I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more

I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more

Tryna be faded but I can't hold no more

I wanted fame but I don't know no more

(Lord, save the world

Lord, save the world

Lord, save the world)

Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world)

Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world)

From this hunger for power (Lord, save the world)

From certain destruction's hour

Motherfuckers cannot listen to that fuckin' save the world shit

No, I don't like it

We are totally against that shit

You stream it, iPhone or your phone, whatever

I'm taking the shit and I'm here to tell you

I'm here to keep rap the fucking same

He's trying to save it, I'm not

You'll all be heroes

Nothing But Net lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR & Young Thug)

[PARTYNEXTDOOR (Travis Scott):]

Hey, I'm not allowed to do this, but does anyone have a cigarette?

A menthol cigarette? It's my birthday

I don't smoke cigarettes

I don't either, that's why I look so young

(Cigs? It's her birthday)

I think Jordan does

Or just, anything

(Jordan?)

Jordan?

[Young Thug:]

I might use the bitch for a cook

I might use the bitch for a stripper

Pistol was a rooster

Ayy, blat!

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side (Uh)

We don't play that shit

Yeah, grab your girl, tell your bitch, "Just quit playin"

Later we gon' play that shit

It's all good, it's alright

Plenty bitches down to ride (Uh)

Yeah, and if it all goes down (Brr)

[Young Thug:]

ABC, about to cum, she like children on her tongue

I come red like I'm a nun (Woo)

Inhalin' kush with my lungs (Woo)

Covered in green like a fuckin' iguana

End of the day, I'm the mo'fuckin' boss, like the fuckin' your honor

I got Travis Scott inside the spot, and he leanin' like a mothafucka

I feed bitches rocks and load the Glocks

And now she feinin' like a mothafucka

Her ass fat so she teasin' like a mothafucka

Booty call, nigga, greedier than a mothafucka

Hey, I wanna eat the little mothafucka

Icy water, Fiji, mothafucka

Let's get it

I might use the bitch for a cook

I might use the bitch for a stripper

Pistol was a rooster

Ayy, blat!

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side

We don't play that shit

Yeah, grab your girl, tell your bitch, "Just quit playin'"

Later we gon' play that shit

It's all good, it's alright

Plenty bitches down to ride

Yeah, and if it all goes down

Nothin' but net

Not-not-nothin' but net (Swoosh, ballin')

Nothin' but net

Nothin' but net

Blat

[Travis Scott:]

Last call, last call for the weed and alcohol

Last call for you to slip out them drawers

Girl, I need it right now, get your ass in this stall

We ain't got time to stall

These niggas got me pissed off

Sippin' so long, girl, I'm pissin' Cristal

Sippin' and swervin'

My words don't know if I crashed into a pool or her jaw

Pops never home, left a long term

On the back when a lil' nigga had to sit and deal with it

Loner turned rock star, nigga, under the moon

Got the world in my palm, 'bout to rub her pussy with it

When you dominate it, come with digits

Let her see the Tempur-Pedic

Bend it over, beat it, skeet it

Then delete it, then repeat it

Then repeat it (Yeah) then she told me

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side

We don't play that shit

Yeah, grab your girl, tell your bitch, "Just quit playin'"

Later we gon' play that shit

It's all good, it's alright

Plenty bitches down to ride

Yeah, and if it all goes down

Nothin' but net

Not-not-nothin' but net (Swoosh, ballin')

Nothin' but net

Nothin' but net

Only 1 (Interlude) lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)

[Travis Scott:]

You know what? I heard this shit before

You told me you'd never let me go

I tried some things that make you want to stay

In that penthouse, all we did was fight and fuck

I taught you some things you've never seen before

We did some things that your mama will never know

Know, know-know-know, know-know-know, I don't know

How could you go and turn your back on me?

And go and screw the whole varsity?

Was it the pills? Was it the drugs?

Swim in my pain, I drown my love

You know what? You know what?

I knew I wasn't the only one, only one, no

Only one I really want, I really want

Overdue lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)

[Travis Scott:]

Overtime and overdue (Due)

Ain't no sleep, that is old news (Old news)

Been outside, that's with the crew (Yeah)

Made my night up on the move (On the move)

In the morning, get the news (Check the news)

She come home I heard the zoom (Skr skr)

I step outside I need my piece (Peace)

Take one down to hit my peak (Yeah, yeah yeah)

I feel I overuse myself, I overuse myself

I feel, I mean I overdid myself, I overdid myself

I feel, I mean I overuse my nights, I overdid my nights

I overdid my nights

Yeah

Hit the lights and hit a right (Right)

Took everything, ain't nothing left (Ain't left)

Count your blessings, count your steps (Straight up)

At your throat like we that strep

It's way too cold under this flesh (Yeah)

All we, we ball but we don't mesh (Ball)

All we, we drink, leave us a mess (Drinking)

Down on my drugs, it is old news (Yeah)

Oh, oh oh

Mhm mhm, hmm

Hmm

[Travis Scott & 21 Savage:]

I'm with the hero (21), but we knew this (Woah)

Them the ones, you see me when they all leave

The Glock on tip though (God), lit when we Chevy (21)

They already know there's not too many

About to click though (Yeah), this shit been busy

Chasing after paper, come and get me (Me)

Like I'm sick though, sippin' plenty (Sip)

We been outside, going in (21)

Part Time lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]

Part time, work at Sam's

Yeah she still work with her man

I can fall through, just no cams, yeah

White pills on my mans

I can't fall asleep, off Xans, under circumstance

Want me to fall off, can't go that easy

I can't fall off, I know they need me

Gang-gang just like fam

No new ones, can't take no chance, yeah

They know I'm legend, yeah

[Kevin Parker:]

O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah

O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]

Don't look at me strange

I got so good with that aim, so good at takin' names

Somethin' 'bout this fame

I mean sometimes leave me drained, but so good, can't complain

Hundreds feel like ones, millions feel like thousands

Never see the sun, always see the night end

Gang-gang just like fam

No new ones, can't take no chance, yeah

They know I'm legend, yeah

[Kevin Parker:]

O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah

O-o-o-hh (yeah), yeah, yeah