Apple Pie lyrics - Travis Scott

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

Won't you and your friends come eat with me?

And let me show you how to whip that recipe

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

Oh, won't you come over and eat with me?

And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe

I don't want your apple pie, mama

Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me

Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana

And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka

I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup

I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher

Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas

I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me lone?

'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no, no, mama

I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah

I don't want your apple pie, mama

I don't want your apple pie no more

I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds

Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy

Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama

I need my own pepper, please

My own legacy, my own recipe

I came to get it nominated

From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (Woah)

I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark

That y'all see a legacy go up (Woah)

Goyard done break your pockets

Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (Woah)

I make in one appearance

What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (Woah)

H-Town, know we gon' stunt

I'm for real and your Rollie tick (Woah)

Look, bitch, this the Rodeo

But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (Woah)

And I don't want your apple pie, mama (Woah)

I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (Woah)

I am everything except a rapper

Shit, I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (Woah)

Roxanne tonight

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Huh, que será, será, so the story goes

On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute

Tours and shows and groupie whores

Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot, though he'd rather not

Forever been the elephant in the room

That everyone can't wait to run and tell about

The head to the body of the belligerent militant group

That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised

Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised

Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind

Will he make it? Was it worth it?

Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo

Ok Alright lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

[Part 1: Ok]

[Zona Man:]

Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight

Leaders of the new school

They ain't want to let us in but they had to

Trav, tell 'em what it is

Zona Man in the building

[Travis Scott (ScHoolboy Q):]

(Okay, okay, okay)

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

(Okay, okay, ay)

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Should've never let them niggas in

Should've never, should've never let them niggas in

Should've never let them niggas in

Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in

Should've never let us niggas in

Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay)

Let's get this shit lit poured right

Need my drugs alright

Call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways

Four ways, now it's time to pay

Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today

(Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Now it's bombs away

Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy cane

(Okay, okay), bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game

Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little

Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah

(Okay, okay, okay)

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

(Okay, okay)

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Should've never let them niggas in

Should've never, should've never let them niggas in

Should've never let them niggas in

Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in

Should've never let us niggas in

Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay)

[ScHoolboy Q (Travis Scott):]

Bottom bitch say ho

Know you on top when the top get floored

Crib where the cop won't go

Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice

Tell a bitch, "Get right," make a nigga miss that flight

Can a nigga hit that twice

(Should have never let us niggas in)

Got my first M 2012

Now a hundred K in the mail

Free another homie on bail

Money low, her pussy gon' sell

Tryna tell me money ain't shit

When you tried to tell me water won't whip

When you tried to say this quarter won't flip

Since Snoop who the other rich crip

How Groovy get the Pringle man chip

Walk on with a twenty-yard clip

Walk on while a real nigga limp

Black nigga green grass no golf

So on turn the satellite off from the set

Feel like I died on that cross, hang on

[Travis Scott (ScHoolboy Q):]

(Okay, okay, okay)

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

(Okay, okay)

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay)

Should've never let them niggas in

Should've never, should've never let them niggas in

Should've never let them niggas in

Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in

Should've never let us niggas in

Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay)

[Part 2: Alright]

[Travis Scott:]

Alright, alright, alright

(Balling down the corner)

Alright, alright, alright, alright

(Take the long way home)

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Jacques was born April 30, ayy

Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days

He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright

Mama said her son gon' be a gift

Mama said her son gon' be the shit

He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright

Mama coming home with different niggas

Daddy out there hanging with the killers

Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?

Feel like I'ma need me a sip

Feel like I'ma need me a bitch

Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]

There's blood on your face

Uh, salt on your skin

Your battle is done for now

[Travis Scott:]

Alright, alright, alright

Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright

Hit another lick and we gon' be alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright

Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright

Alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]

Completely available to you

Scrape a little off the top

Come, make your pudding pop

Alright all night

Never Catch Me lyrics - Travis Scott

She take a shot of Hennessy

I take a shot of Pimp C and slow up

I do this shit for him and me

I'm the next lone star to blow-up

Picture being locked in a box

Selling beats 'cause you need dollars

They say I can make it to the league, mama

500 dollars all we need, mama

Then we gon' be on

Tired of seeing the lights off

Pops heatin' up the stove

Was close to stealing and killing, now just to get 'em on

Couple drinks down of Rosé

I'm tipsy, y'all faces done look like an emoji

The RAV4 turned into a Rover

'Til it took flight and ended up on the shoulder

Now our money a little longer

Lookin' back how we finnesin', we ain't know shit

They gave me three, got twenty five on the low

Who knew that lump sum would get me on?

My fifteen seconds last a little longer, longer

I can shit all day, diaper

Call that eat-all-day; itis

Will I ever fall off? I doubt it

No, no, no, no

All these diamonds shinin'

All this gold on me, all these foes on us

How do I dodge these zombies?

They want my soul from me

Know that I'm gone, but one thing:

They will never catch me

Falling off, falling off

Never catch me falling off

Falling off, never catch me

Falling off, falling off

Never catch me falling off, falling off

(Oohh, ohh, oohh) Right

(Oohh, ohh, oohh) Right

(Oohh, ohh, oohh)

mixtape: Days Before Rodeo (2014)

• Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer
• Mamacita
• Quintana, Pt. 2
• Drugs You Should Try It
• Don't Play
• Skyfall
• Zombies
• Sloppy Toppy
• Basement Freestyle
• Backyard
• Grey
• BACC*** 

Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer lyrics - Travis Scott

Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin'

Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'

After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin'

Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor

Still rollin' up Swishers

Now it's Bimmers double parking, fuck payin' the meter

In your club, on your couches, got paid to be here

On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features

How could they tease us? Only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out

I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

Around 3 AM, dawg

I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall

Bad mamacita, Miami Heat her, put her in a two-seater

Too bad I couldn't three-peat her

Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper

House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter

With more stamps than a skinny nigga, got tats on my visa

I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it, I mean

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out

I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus

Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out

I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus

I might fuck 'round, lose my mind

Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Jesus

Mamacita lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)

[Travis Scott, (Rich Homie Quan) {Young Thug}:]

{What, what?}

Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita

(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh)

Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita

(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh)

[Travis Scott:]

This the last days to the rodeo

Last night had me down in the back, comatose

Don't think sun shades and a pill gon' help

Once I'm gone, can't tame myself (Myself, myself)

Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita

You know I really need ya, need ya, need ya right now

She get freaky when the light's down

The shit's crack, no way niggas could pipe down

With the head first, got her straight out of the night gown

Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town

They got them porn star big booties

Let me film it, then shoot it, 3D money, no illusion

Depending if I'm feelin' bougie, might hit your line, bitch

[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]

Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)

Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer

Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)

Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)

Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)

{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}

That's my, my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)

That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)

{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}

That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita

That's my—

[Young Thug:]

Motherfuckin' girl, I love her, I'ma give her the world (Woo)

Ayy, fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother (Woo)

I just might give her my little girl (Woo)

No, no, I won't let go, bro, bad ho

She look the best with a 'fro (Woo)

Natural nat-nat on go (Woo)

Damn, Quan, turn on the stove (Woo)

Whip it 'til I have a stroke (Woo)

I do not fuck with America (Woo)

I get it straight off the boat (Brr)

Oh, damn (Woo)

The kush, it never make me choke

Slow down, I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham (Woo)

Damn, twenty-five thousand on an old school Cam

SS me, these bitches wan' molest me

Damn, they'll sex me, she a lesbian

She want chicken like sesame

And she tryin' to undress me, test me

Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? (Hey)

[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]

Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)

Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer

Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)

Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita

(Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)

Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)

{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}

That's my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)

That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)

{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}

That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita

That's my—

[Rich Homie Quan:]

Bad little college ho that I got on the east skirts of Decatur

(What you talkin' 'bout, Rich Homie?)

Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up, fuck my neighbors (I know they can't fucking stand me, nigga)

I fuck a nigga bitch and turn her like a table (Ha)

Ayy, I'm still practicin' so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God)

Ayy, still wearin' long socks and shorts like Fabo (D4, D4, D4)

He was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll (Tryna get some money)

Ayy, got a stupid bitch who'll do whatever I say so

Ayy, money on your head like a Jesus piece (What?)

Right now I'm higher than Khalifa be (Gone)

Bad bitch lookin' like a Filipina (Bad)

Ooh, you're killing me (Ha), ooh (What?), remember me

You (You), finna be (What?), deceased if you keep calling me

Therefore I

[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]

Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)

Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer

Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)

Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)

Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)

{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}

That's my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)

That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)

{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}

That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita

Quintana, Pt. 2 lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]

I'm finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

I came up a hundred bands a week, straight off finessin'

La Flame

Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (Straight up)

Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you

Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me high (That dope)

Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no

Stack on black as True Religion (Straight up)

This that shit that keep you geekin' (That dope)

I done fucked me 'round five bad bitches this morning (La Flame)

And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (Oh no)

Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no

Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)

Finessin', finessin' (Bando)

I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)

I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin'

Been on that weed, with my team

Rolling with my team, yeah they all finessin'

[T.I.:]

Man, here it go, fish scale, A1 perico

Fill PJs up with kilos, then sell it like it's legal, yeah

Everybody he know, could have gotten hit with the RICO

Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though

Feds had to let him go in a week or so

Still, still need the key to blow

Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long

Man the team was so on, damn it seem like so long

Ago, we had 'em in Mexico

He tryna' make it back, three bricks more

The people always run up on us in Texas though

Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though

Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams

Almost on the verge of doing some big things

Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen

And now he playin' 'round with fifteen or more, ayy

You know a nigga love nice things (Nice things)

And the price in the hood is too frightening

Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing

It's time for me to do my thing (Hey)

[Travis Scott:]

Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)

Finessin', finessin' (Bando)

I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)

Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)

Finessin', finessin'

I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)

How high?

Tell me why she wanna leave me?

She used me to get high

Oh she used me to get higher, higher, higher

So tell me why she wanna leave me?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem

The quest for La Flame, this journey, it's the last days

Drugs You Should Try It lyrics - Travis Scott

[Backwards:]

Chase the night away

I know you're getting ready to

I know you wanna move,

I know you wanna dance

When you're home alone in the mood

I try it if it feels right

This feels nice

I've been down and lost for days

Glad I found you on the way

When the day gets better

The night gets brighter

I always feel this way

Through the hills

I hear you callin', miles and miles away

[Backwards:]

Chase the night away

I know you're getting ready to

I know you wanna move,

I know you wanna dance

When you're home alone in the mood

We up all night, from dawn to dusk it's always poppin'

I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options

I played the drums, she rolled the drugs

I rocked the club, we both throw up

We was the band you never heard before

You got that tat above your crack

And on your cat, you be right back

Your momma never know

We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones

When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone

I take that puff, you take that puff

You know we never care to overdose

I try it if it feels right (Oh)

This feels nice

I've been down and lost for days

Glad I found you on the way

When the day gets better

The night gets brighter

I always feel this way

Through the hills

I hear you callin', miles and miles away

[Backwards:]

Chase the night away

I know you're getting ready to

I know you wanna move,

I know you wanna dance

When you're home alone in the mood

Shit, I try it if it feels nice

Shit, this kinda feels nice

M-miles and miles away

Miles and miles away

When you're home alone in the mood

I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance

I know you gettin' ready to

Take the night away

When you're home alone in the mood

I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance

I know you're gettin' ready to

Chase the night away (Ooh)

You love me, darling

Don't Play lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The 1975 & Big Sean)

[Matty Healy:]

Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave? No! He's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

[Travis Scott (Big Sean):]

I ain't playin' with these niggas

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)

I ain't playin' with these niggas

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Oh no)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Those niggas) La Flame

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up, straight up)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas

[Travis Scott:]

Know I need my dollars

Know a nigga need my commas (Straight up)

She was down when I dropped out of college

Down, she was down when I rode Impalas (Slay)

Played with her pussy in the Jeep

Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin' (Oh no)

Jumped in the car when she hit my digits

Don't want nothin', just to pull up at the projects (Skrrt)

Easy to me my nigga

Villa with a scene, youngin' always seen with a killer (Straight up)

Hand-stitched by my dealer

Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?

She even got the 'scripts for the cough

In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off

Ain't it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga

From the corner put it on for the south? (Straight up)

On my mamma, know a nigga be coasting (Bless up)

Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my bottles

Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my chronic (That go)

Keep ya head up in the air, my nigga

Niggas gon' be billionaires, my nigga (Straight up)

Fuck how much time that shit might take

Niggas ain't playin' with 'em!

(Playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em)

[Travis Scott {Big Sean}:]

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)

I ain't playin' with these niggas (La Flame)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas {For sure} oh, no

I ain't playin' with these niggas {La Flame, you know I got you, nigga, you my brother}

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas {On God}

I ain't playin' with these niggas {B.I.G Sean Don, my aura gold, straight up, you know it}

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)

[Big Sean:]

Bitch don't you play me, don't you try me

I need the exact amount

Look at my face, ho, eye-to-eye me

I'm a boss, make sure you and your homies dress up, tight attire

When you see me, ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it

I mean, goddamn, nigga!

You forgot where I came from? I'm from where you ain't from

Where you can't come, where it ain't none

Where these bitches is bitches and they ain't nuns

Where they hate from

But as soon as you blow they act like they been down since day one

Where there's fuckin' tank guns

But niggas never join the army, like it ain't one

If I ain't got it then I'm huntin'

I'm either countin' or I'm cummin'

Swear I just done bought that mansion

Treat that shit like it's a dungeon

Up at 5 AM still workin', but I treat it like it's one

I'm never actin' like I got it

Bitch, I'm actin' like I won it on these niggas!

[Travis Scott {Big Sean}:]

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas) {Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve}

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)

I ain't playin' with these niggas {That Detroit nigga}, La Flame

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas {La Flame}, oh no

I ain't playin' with these niggas {Those niggas}

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these— {Detroit}

[Travis Scott:]

I ain't playin' with these niggas

I ain't playin' with these niggas

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas

Skyfall lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)

[Travis Scott:]

I'm trapped in my conscious

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy

Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy

The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin'

They keep pickin' up for me, they love me

I don't wanna buy, oh no

It won't get me high, oh no

I'm trapped in my conscious

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy

Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy

The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'

Yeah, that's that loud shit, yeah

I been out on my latest trip

I've been drunk in my latest whip

So I might crash in that ass for real

Hit the club for the cougars

I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther

I'm just tryna ball, why these niggas want me neutered?

Got her down to her drawers, tryna get a little nuder

They just wanna hang like my nigga Mr. Cooper

I'm so 'head of my time, could I show up any sooner?

They said I fucked the roommates so you know that just a rumor

Have you ever got stoned with your motherfuckin' jeweler?

Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler, yeah

I don't wanna buy no more

Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy

The drugs kee—

I'm trapped in my conscious

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy

I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy

Where's the love if you love me?

And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'

They keep pickin' up for me, they love me

I don't wanna buy no more

Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more

I'm trapped in my conscious

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy

The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'

[Young Thug:]

The drugs keep on callin'

The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'

The sky keep on fallin'

The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'

The sky keep on fallin'

The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'

The sky keep on fallin'

The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'

[Young Thug (Travis Scott):]

(Ooh, ah)

Look me inside of my eyes (Ooh, ah)

(Ooh, ah)

All of this pain, but I'm tryna disguise (Ooh, ah)

I'm it, like a game that get played by a kid

Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig

Diamonds water like I bought 'em from a squid

A1's what she get when she want dick

Black diamonds like I'm Akon kid

Whippin' I can turn a two to a six

Real talk, on Blood you dead (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)

And I still want that head like a lid

Hit the school, make it rain on a principal

I will leave a nigga smokin' like an Optimo

All my bitches they on gringo

They riding with heat, ready to sting bro

I got 300 bitches like I'm Sosa, ho (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)

My jewelry shinin' like some Mop & Glo

Inside her pants is a camel toe

I swear I fell in love with all those

(Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)

[Travis Scott:]

I don't wanna buy no more

Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy

The drugs kee—

I'm trapped in my conscious

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy

I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy

Where's the love if you love me?

And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'

They keep pickin' up for me, they love me

I don't wanna buy no more

Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more

I'm trapped in my conscious

My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds

Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy

The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'

[Young Thug:]

Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga

Zombies lyrics - Travis Scott

And the kids sing (Ooh)

Yeah, I like that, I like that

Yeah, kids sing

We will understand if they don't (Louder)

We don't want they bullshit no more (Yell louder)

We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)

We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)

Alright, alright, she take too many martinis

She slip straight out bikini (Straight up)

She let me grand slam outside the Denny's (Straight up)

How we gon' get Oscar proud if they pay us pennies? (La Flame)

I'ma need my dollars now, stack it 'til they envy

Ya feel me? (Skrrt)

The kids, they need that

I get that feedback, sit back, relax (That dope)

I'm on that relapse

Your ass gon' die if you blow my high

I been over Coastin', just was beatin' in my Lotus (Straight up)

All that loud talk like your dope, we never noticed (La Flame)

You ain't feelin' it, nigga, 'cause you sober (Straight up)

I'm ballin' in the game with players, you behind the coaches

Come take a trip on my lair by the Third Coast and

Come floatin'

La di, da, di, da, di, all the kids shout at the party

We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)

We don't want they bullshit no more

(Yeah, I like that, I like that, yeah, kids sing)

We will understand if they don't (Yeah, louder, yeah)

We don't want they bullshit no more (Yell louder, yeah)

You know when I was fourteen

I wanted to do a lot of kick ass shit

Yeah

Pornographic, so dramatic, cinematic

Diamond flashes, so Jurassic, dress so classic

Roll that cabbage, get put in casket, you dope fanatic

You the baddest, I'm sarcastic, we both laughin'

I'm the baddest, I'm out in traffic, four engine backin'

Stuffed in Suburban, twelve bitches straight out the beauty pageant

You know Reebok keep La feet hot, they be shipping package

GL 600 or the Palace, that collab with Classics

Tell me what you need, I got everything green

Money, money, money trees, I buy everything

That bitch need no wedding ring, she need a bean

That boy walked in mall, that boy he need a beam

I done fucked her twice, you bought her Fendi things

I done sipped the act', now I'ma leany fiend

I can do this by myself, don't need no team

I got all these kids and all these kids gon' sing

We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)

We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)

We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)

We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)

Sloppy Toppy lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Migos & Peewee Longway)

[Edna Wright:]

Darling, when the moon is bright

I want you to be holding me tight

[Quavo:]

Migo!

She see me pull up in that 'Rari

I'm thinkin' 'bout choppin' the toppy (Chop the top, skrrt)

Got bitches on bitches, they run 'round the lobby

They know that I got it (Ooh, go)

I got too much money signs, sorry, can't fit in my wallet (No)

Sloppy toppy, you can't touch my wallet (Sloppy top)

Sloppy toppy, know the bitches got it (Woo, oh)

Know that she got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it (What she got, huh?)

Sloppy toppy (Ooh, ooh, agh)

Sloppy toppy, huh (Nasty)

Know that she got it (Know, oh)

Know that she got it (I know)

Sloppy toppy, bet the bitch has got it (Huh)

Sloppy toppy, bet that bitch has got...

[Travis Scott:]

Brrt, hello?

Migos, they know that I got it (Oh, straight up)

Know that my wristwatch is sloppy

Now they want a double dutch in my pockets (Straight up, yeah, yeah)

Tell me one thing, is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?)

Girl, is you 'bout it? (Lil' bitty bitch, is you 'bout it?)

Gotta know before we let you tiptoe and run through the lobby (Run through the lobby, fuck is you sayin'?)

But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby (Damn, damn, straight up)

So she gave me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy goddess (Like the sloppy toppy goddess, slop, slop)

Over the garden (Over the garden, slop)

Over the garden (Over the garden, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, what a goddess

On my province, we don't do massages (Straight up), just ménages (Oh)

She like to talk shit when we fuck, after she claims she forgot it (Straight up)

She don't tap out, no tap out, she'd rather just black out

Then we take trips to her trap house

We been pullin' them stacks out

Call over your friends, bend over, they poppin' for bands

Can't stop if I can

No, I do not do beer cans, fuck is this, frat house?

[Travis Scott:]

I know that she got it, Quavo know that she got it

Know that she got it

[Quavo:]

I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Quavo!)

[Quavo:]

I pull up and pick her up (Get her bruh, go)

I know that she bad (Bad)

And I know that the head is so good when she got around (Ooh)

I know that we call her the sloppy toppy (Sloppy top, woo)

My pockets so sloppy (Sloppy top, woo)

I pull out the whopper (Rrah), the chopper

Just know that's who shot ya (Uh, who?)

Me (Woo, uh)

Pull up in that 'Rari I don't have a key (Who got the key, huh?)

She hop in the whip, disappear like a genie (Go)

[Takeoff:]

She got the sloppy toppy (Ugh), bitches want my broccoli

She after my money, Monopoly (Huh?)

Them twitter bitches wanna follow me

I make 'em swallow me then kick 'em off of my property

Paparazzi keep on stalkin' me (Flash)

Feel like the Federali's keep on watchin' me (12)

Worth a hundred mill', niggas can't talk to me (Hundred mill')

Get sloppy toppy, but you givin' currency (Egh)

I make your bitch work for me, she at the DoubleTree (Bitch)

Chopping strong, OG gas bags of that Hercules (Bag)

Removing the top off the Audi, do surgery (Ayy, ayy)

Red on the bottom of my shoes, it's a murder scene

I don't want your bitch, she a nat-nat (Nat)

Pull up in the Audi, it's a hatchback (Hatchback)

Kickin', pimpin' and I'm luxury livin'

Makin' it disappear, I'm a magician (Yeah)

[Quavo:]

Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)

Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)

[PeeWee Longway:]

Sloppy in the wrist and all my pockets (Bands, count it)

Come here, lil' bitch, I want sloppy toppy (Bitch)

Butt-naked fuckin' in Balenciaga (Balenciaga)

Her pussy wet, I call it Fiji water (Fiji)

I know she got it, I'ma beat it for her (Beat it for her)

Then I dismiss the bitch and ignore her (Get the fuck out)

They know I got it, I'm at the top list of Forbes (Top list of Forbes)

Blue Benjamins on me, no dubs (Blue Benjis)

Duffel bag filled up like I'm Money Mayweather

Boogers in my Rollie, Pikachu yellow (Brr, ugh)

Pick a shoe, Balenci, Maison Margiela

Pick a big bezel, which bezel is better? (Which bezel is better?)

My jeweler know I got big cheddar (Bag)

Double Lambo, double parking wherever (Ooh)

Double R Ghost, jump out with an umbrella (Skrrt, skrrt)

Come with me, we take off like space shuttles

Longway, Longway (Bitch)

[Quavo {Offset}:]

Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)

Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it {Offset}, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)

[Offset:]

Sloppy toppy in the Maserati (Sloppy top)

She gon' get on top me, ride me like a Harley (Vroom)

I don't fuck with the molly, look at her body (Body)

She a hottie like a bag of Takis (Hottie)

Beat the pussy like I'm Pacquiao (Beat it up)

Squeeze the nipples like you milk a cow (Wah)

Pull up in the car that she can't pronounce (Skrrt)

Dick in her mouth, you'd think she got a root canal (Ah)

Thirty thousand for her Birkin (Thirty K)

Fat booty, shawty perfect (Perfect)

She gag on the dick and she burpin' (Ah)

She swallow my kids like a Slurpee (Whoa)

Good brains, she nerdy (Ooh)

I'm wonderin' what is her purpose (What is it?)

When I get around her I get nervous (Huh)

Little mama, she clean like detergent (Clean)

[Quavo:]

Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)

Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)

Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it

Basement Freestyle lyrics - Travis Scott

Yo, uh

Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker

Dead-stock sixes and shit

Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh

Uh, by the bar (Bar), buy the bar

Bitches on my table everywhere (Where)

On the floor, condoms on my dresser (Straight up)

On my business, never plannin'

Never sober (La Flame), thinkin' blew me up (Up)

Body shots took on your bitches titties

Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third

Speed the fourth gear grindin' up

On everything, it's my year (Straight up)

I got it now, everything I ever asked for

We gettin' it, far from mama's Jeep

She never tinted it

She frozed up, I unfrozed her

Now come a little closer (Straight up)

Get your ass up off that wall

And go roll up that doja (That dough)

Tell your boyfriend bust that key

Go 'head and fill ya nose up (La Flame)

'Til it's over

We ain't lookin' for the hoes, where the trophies?

Grab a glass, go ahead, get throwed up (Straight up)

She feelin' it

Don't spill the shit

Ah, she crazy, she goin', she goin'

Gone!

Ayy, all this money on the table, ooh

We don't want relations

We don't want no conversations

Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)

Damn, I'm with my main bitch

Ayy, and I don't love her no mo' (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Drinkin', fuck the limitations

I done made it out the basement

Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)

Ayy

I'm off a bean, I'm off a bean

See this lean, it's in my dreams (That dope)

Off this dope, don't wanna smoke (Oh no)

Off this roll, I might just roll (Straight up, straight up)

Let's get throwed

Out in Houston they know my name (Oh)

In MO city they know the gang (Oh)

Young La Flame, ain't nothin' changed

But the chains and diamond rings

Diamond rings, I lost my brains

Me and Ye Ye out in broad day

I'm on the 3rd coast

Eatin' Burlow with Merlot (Straight up)

I got my shirt off

Kickin' dirt off out in Bergdorf (La Flame)

She like, "What you doin'?" (Doin')

It took a path just to get me here

Don't give a damn if that's ruined (Ruined)

Later on got a ring, ring, ring

She at my doorbell, "ding-ding-ding-ding"

Let the bitch in, the bitch seen

Bang out, bang out

On the couch, on the floor, in her mouth

Camera's out (Camera's out)

Once my dick's in, no pulling out (No pulling out)

That's my baby (Straight up)

Bitch been doing coke since the '80s (That dope)

I'm a '90s baby (La Flame)

Young La Flame, you know he crazy

Ayy (Straight up, straight up)

All this money on the table, ooh

We don't want relations

We don't want no conversations

Fuck around and change the weather

Damn, I'm with my main bitch

Ayy, and I don't love her no mo'

Drinkin', fuck the limitations

I done made it out the basement

Fuck around and change the weather

Backyard lyrics - Travis Scott

Aight, play the shit

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need

Blow that dope, don't get too high

From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride

Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott

Over one lost trip to the sky

Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale

When you said I could make it this high

Who knew?

Goddammit, who knew?

The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue

You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes

You ready to ride, that's true

When they look in my eyes, they see that real

How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall

Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall

That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all

Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school

Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do

On the south side of that H-O-U...

Hol' up, let's take it back to that room, no car but still had drive

Just a hundred niggas standin' outside

Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot

I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side

It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real

Yeah, yeah, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout

We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real

Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'

Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor

Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'

Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high

Verses, one day you'll find your purpose

Now, my show's packed out like churches

Fans never missin' out a word on the verses

Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it

That's for certain, I deserve it

Lord knows we don't get tired, been through more dirt than a derby

Mama worked for AT&T, and we still ain't get that service

She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous

Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent

If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens

And bitch, you can keep them herpes, go alert me

No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey

You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs

And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real

Yeah, yeah, for real, yeah, yeah, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout

We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real

Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'

Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor

Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'

Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high

Grey lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott and James Fauntleroy:]

We wake up when the sun goes down

Neighbor says the smell's too loud

Riding in my old school thang

Shotgun with my old school babe

So wake me when the sun goes down

Tonight's my last night in town

I pledge to a flag so grey

No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh

[Travis Scott:]

Around this time, was starving, no Ramadan

Yeah, mighta robbed you blind

You, you, you, your dad and moms

Yeah, keep that in mind

Fear two things: being broke and dying

Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride

No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside

Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind

Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize

Yeah, ooh

We wake up when the sun goes down

Neighbor says the smell's too loud

Riding in my old school thang

Shotgun with my old school babe

So wake me when the sun goes down

Tonight's my last night in town

I pledge to a flag so grey

No matter what time, the skies are grey

Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh

Grey! Yeah-yeah

Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (Uh uh)

Grey! The sky is grey

Grey! Mmm-mm-mm

Grey! Mmm-mm-mm

Grey! The sky is grey (Uh uh)

Whoa-ooh-oh

Grey! Yeah, yeah

Grey! Whoa-ooh-oh

Grey! Yeah, yeah (Uh uh)

The sky is grey, yuh

Yeah, the sky is grey, mmm-oh

Grey!

Might be the last time I trip

I know I said this shit last time

But damn I never had a trip like this

Who knew a three-way on freeway can trip

With three hoes to a six-way?

Ain't gotta finesse out the midway

So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay

No more, goddamn

And Pops never gave me shit

But Pops ain't raised no bitch

I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch

Raised in a town where it looked so good outside

Like it ain't that serious

My nigga got dumb years doing dumb shit

Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick

Killa tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious

Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous

The nigga so good, he was so cold

Another lost kid, Mo City soul

The sky is grey

BACC*** lyrics - Travis Scott

Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollars

Metro Boomin want some more nigga

Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (Straight up)

Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (That dope)

Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)

If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)

Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (La Flame)

Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (Straight up)

Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)

If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her

Blackout nigga, deeper than a frat house nigga

Doper than the crack house nigga (Straight up)

20/20 Lambo, new edition

Gotta hit two gears just to back out, nigga (La Flame)

Been a hell of a night, but hell of a dykes cost a hell of a price (Straight up)

With a devil in a new dress on the 35th floor, nigga

God damn, that's a hell of a sight (Oh no)

Damn right that is, damn right she drowned my kids

Damn right, don't doubt, damn right

Damn right I hit it, anything I said, I did it

Damn right, only roll that gas don't pass that mid

Just treat a pint like a handle (Straight up)

When I'm with your girl, I hit your girl in the bando (La Flame)

Know I go commando

Know I need my cheese, know my cheese, know the nachos (Skrr)

Fall back, back, back, when you see me

You could fall back when you see me tweakin' (Straight up)

Throw that ass back, back, back, back, know a nigga might throw that ticket (La Flame)

Feds hit my block, it got hot (Woo)

But I'm back up in this bitch and I can't stop (Straight up)

Back hitting licks (Woo), back on that dirty

Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (That dope)

Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)

If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)

Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (Oh no)

Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (La Flame)

Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)

If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)

mixtape: Owl Pharaoh (2013)

 

• Meadow Creek
• Bad Mood / Shit On You
• Upper Echelon
• Chaz Interlude
• Uptown
• Hell Of A Night
• Blocka La Flame
• Naked
• Dance On The Moon
• MIA
• Drive
• Quintana
• Bandz

Meadow Creek lyrics - Travis Scott

What we gon' do with that boy?

(What the hell)

Fuck I lost my mind

I've been runnin' since a quarter eight on the dirt road straight out The Mo'

Flip the bird 'fore a nigga faint

Fuck moms think a nigga strung on dope, niggas thinkin' I can't

Shit you wanna know me?

Let me show your ass a little thing

Every time I walk in this bitch, fresh, feeling my fir for the fish

She want to hold a nigga dick for the piss

To the squat for the flick

Give me yo thoughts for a bit

Right, gon' hit the weed, gon' head just cough little bit

Cum in her mouth, couple kids lost, coulda been a good spouse

Wake the fuck up baby Jacques!

Fuck, I was dreamin'!

Junior, get the fuck up!

Fuck, I cummed on my boxers, fuck!

Get yo ass up boy!

Fuck they want? Fuck!

Baby Jacques, wake the fuck up! Get yo ass downstairs!

Shut up, bitch, fuck!

Junior! Junior! Junior! What the hell!?

I gotta get the fuck out of here, fuck this...

Bad Mood / Shit On You lyrics - Travis Scott

[Bad Mood]

(I just have one question) Fuck outta my business

I did things that most men will ask forgiveness

Broke the code, the commandments from my descendants

Who gives a fuck? New children in the buildin'

We ride with no limits

Shut the fuck up, don't you hear me tryna finish?

I'm in a bad mood

Rob that dude, fuck that couch, burn that house

We the cause of the era, new niggas with new terror

A thousand on the leather, you niggas should know better

We niggas new slaves, I do say (Fuck, fuck)

Twice only on a Tuesday when I'm in a bad mood

Ooh, your skin mahogany (Fuck, Fuck)

Ooh, let's break the monotony

Government threw us in a maze (What?)

Had me trickin' 40k for some grades (What?)

Just to make 40k for the wage

Dropped out and made that in one day

I'm in a bad mood

Ooh, nigga I'm wildin' on 'em, back pilin' on 'em (Pilin' on 'em)

I never feel the pain, only God can make it rain (Make it rain)

So I must be Mary, Joseph, Allah

Kid of a disciple, these thoughts is suicidal

Jumpin' off a buildin', quit thinkin' like a psycho

They tryna find a nigga dead, Chris Lighty

Anxiety, after the meds, Kris Bobbi (Uh)

Skinny black bastard ridin' a Casper (Casper)

I tend to lose my thoughts when I walk (Walk)

They say I'm a slave so tell me the master

Now his head on the pendant by the cross (By the cross)

Coke'd it then I fucked her for the theory

You know I'm crazy, I'm straight, no weary (No weary)

I hate when conversates can't relate

You know it be fucking up my groove when I'm in a bad mood

[Shit on You]

I can't wait... I can't wait... just to shit on you...

This one for the fuck fake niggas

That love to just hate, dog

Always talkin' that wild shit (Wild shit)

See 'em never let them verbs off (Verbs off)

All these fuckin' missed calls

Might delete the whole call log (Call off)

Thousand dollars for the jeans, fam

She grip 'em when a nigga swerve off (Yeah)

Think I need a desert eagle, niggas in my face (My face)

Thinking they know Jacques, niggas don't know me

Grew up on my lonestar, niggas roll that weed

(Niggas roll that, niggas roll that, niggas roll that weed)

I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you

I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you

I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you

Just to shit on you

I can't wait, just to shit on you

(But why, Travis?)

Yeah, I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you

I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you

I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you

Just to shit on you

I can't wait, just to shit on you

Yeah

Upper Echelon lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. T.I. & 2 Chainz)

[Travis Scott:]

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Damn, La Flame, straight up!)

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, bando)

We so high, upper echelon (Bando, straight up)

We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Straight up, damn!)

Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie

Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic

Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish (Straight up)

She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands (Up)

Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name, yeah (La Flame)

Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year (Straight up)

Don't you come around, we ain't got the time, B, naww (Straight up)

Watch me do the Randy, touchdown (Bricks)

Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child (La Flame)

Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her (Skrt)

We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider

[Travis Scott (T.I.):]

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Damn! Aight, Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga!)

[T.I.:]

You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect

Or else I guarantee you'll get wet (Show us)

You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest (Ayy)

A choppa no less than a tech (Uh)

You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best

They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that (Hey)

I just might pull up wherever you at (At)

Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat (Blah)

OK, hol' up, let me freeze up (Okay)

These niggas must have caught amnesia (Say what?)

My face card in these streets, cuh (Ayy)

A-1 credit, no Visa (Leggo)

Excuse me shawty don't get me started

If yo shit sick, my shit retarded (Okay)

Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I get wrong

Get shot then leave 'em in the forest

Boom, wait 'til the end of the Earth

Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt

Hey, first thing first, this what I do (Okay)

I'm a king motherfucker, who the hell are you?

Check suckas off top, I bet I do (I do)

Hustle Gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool

We crème de la crème, fuck them fuck niggas

Top shelf, upper echelon, can't fuck with us (Ayy)

[Travis Scott (2 Chainz):]

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, bando)

We so high, I'm upper echelon (Bando, straight up)

We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Bando, damn, 2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]

Uh, pull up in the 'Rari, my ho beside me (Err)

It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry (Damn)

Let's get it jumpin', call it center court (Uh)

On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court (Damn)

Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes (Larry Holmes)

On the plane with your bitch and a carry on (Bro)

I do it for my city, then I fly away (Fly away)

I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today (High today)

I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses (Killing verses, hahaha)

Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses

Pull out that 7, Mac-11

Pastor, reverend (Hol' up), Versace heaven (Versace heaven)

[Travis Scott:]

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, Bando)

We so high, I'm upper echelon (Bando, straight up)

We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Bando, damn!)

La Flame, straight up!

Chaz Interlude lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Toro Y Moi)

[Toro Y Moi:]

Missed existence (existence), I don't miss it (miss it)

I can keep it (keep it), if I want it (want it)

There's nothing like it (like it), it's not a secret (secret)

If the crutch is a king (king), then I can fix it (fix it)

Missed existence (existence), I don't miss it (miss it)

I can keep it (keep it), if I want it (want it)

There's nothing like it (like it), it's not a secret (secret)

If the crutch is a king (king), then I can fix it (fix it)

Uptown lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Travis Scott:]

I'm riding up uptown (Woo)

I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Woo)

One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick

I'm a motherfucking monster (Woo)

You riding up uptown (Woo)

One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick

At the green light I'm speeding

Fourth wheel on, I'm weaving

I got red eyes and swag seizures

All my concerts filling them bleachers

Ooh girl with this camo on, they can't see us

Tossed in a little more dank

And a little more drank than La Flame might need

Tito Puente with the candy top

Fuck around, make the Latinas pop (Hmm)

It's a new world order (Hmm)

Never had my head on my shoulders (Huh)

Beware of the monsters

Ain't that what your preacher told ya? (Uh)

La Flame, 500 degrees

From the uptown to the Magnolia

I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Woo)

I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Woo)

I'm riding up uptown (Whoa)

I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Woo)

One hand on the wheel (Yeah, uh, uh)

[Travis Scott:]

Damn you gorgeous, tell me something I don't know

Dice on the corner with the lights low

Got the base in my sock, fuck the 5-0

Damn you conscious

Gon' get your head off the plate though

Let me show you lil' Yamamoto

Take a little lick of the mayo

Out on 135th, spending them pesos

Tell my nigga Fergie Ferg keep the back locked

'Cause we got a little bit of Tango

Real nigga from the south to the east they feel a nigga

Bangin' wax since a nigga get a wait

Take a little taste, leave you numb feeling in the face

I'll pass if that pint ain't sealed, I'll make your weekend hell

XX know that we gon' die for this and probably keep it trill (Um)

Chain links, by nigga, popular demand nigga

My bitch pearls from the clams, nigga

She can ride the dick no hands (Uh)

[Travis Scott:]

While I'm riding uptown (Woo, woo)

I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Woo, uh, woo)

[A$AP Ferg:]

(Huh, yeah)

It's that young Fergenstein (Little Frankenstein!)

Pockets full of Benji Franklins, teacher, stay in line

Cannot take a break, in time, I'll take ya shine

Take your bitch, hit it from the back, I'll break her spine

I'm a lady, your bitch look like Shanaynay

Margiela so cold feel like Tommy gettin' his payday

Going nuts like a Payday, bitches thinking I'm crazy

My fraternity is the burna heat, I'm a Kappa nigga with an AK-ay

Barking loud like Q-Dogs (Woo), moving niggas like U-Hauls (Woo)

Pussy niggas so RuPaul, you pussies get me tight like blue balls

(Woo, woo, woo, ay)

[Travis Scott:]

I'm riding up uptown

I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Monster)

I'm riding up uptown (Woo)

Hell Of A Night lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]

Our first kiss in the livin' room

That's a hella way to end the night

A hella way to end the night

We did drugs in the bedroom (Bedroom)

That's a hella way to end the night

A hella way to end the night

But she caught me fuckin' in the bathroom (Bathroom)

Rubbers all over the bathroom

That's a hella way to end the night

Tonight (Tonight)

I left my girl in the south, but this gold in my mouth (Mouth)

Thought I was in over my head, all my niggas is dead

It's a hell of a night for Heaven's sakes

All you see is mountain and clouds, can't hit the brakes (Brakes)

She hit me twice in the face, there goes the base

She like to lift her nylon skirt to show the lace (Lace)

She say she love me but don't know what love is

I lost love 'cause my daddy said it but ain't ever done shit

Pain is love and love is hell (Uh)

I might need some bail if this shit don't sell (Sell)

Hand on my dick while I'm coastin' up the Fiji

Slow motionin' through emotion, tint in case a nigga see me

They'll come and feed you but that felt a little easy

I brought the squeegee case it get a little greasy (Greasy)

After a moment I fell into the mist

She reminisce a nigga style, God damn a nigga rich (Rich)

Wine and cigarettes under a light

Said she lost that angel done turned into a hell of a night (Night)

I left my girl in the south, but this gold in my mouth (Mouth)

Thought I was in over my head, all my niggas is dead

[K. Roosevelt:]

Oh, it's a hell of a night

It's a hell of a night

Blocka La Flame lyrics - Travis Scott

[Popcaan:]

Dis type of shit happens every day

All dem I'm under mourn for people pon stay

But none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray

None of them have the guts to pull out and spray

Young Chop on the beat

[Travis Scott:]

I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka

Serve it to my flocka

Yeah, that's my flocka, to my flocka

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper

Yeah, that's my flocka

I'm that Ferragamo Hussein, Tom Cruisin', Rock Of Ages

Semi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm Jewish

Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language

Nowadays's, niggas been at round tables talking all that heinous language

Plutonica, insomnia

Put that money on your head, Balenciaga yarmulke

Fifteen when I carried loads of them Oziums

And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries

I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me

My bad, look Scotty might sag

She give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash

No puffing, no pass

We breaking if we can get half, thank you for making it last;

Get everything that you got

Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace niggas I lost

I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka

Serve it to my flocka

Yeah, that's my flocka, to my flocka

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper

Yeah, that's my flocka

Oh God, this shit too cold for the mink, Ye

Bang, bang, bang, my niggas ain't tamed

Might buried your ass in that Sphinx, mane

Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain

Let my ding-a-lang hang

I'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reign

We running, summers, we running

Spring and fall, jogging be nothing

Winter, they cuffing, cuffing them up as they loving

The same month as my niggas stuffing

Riding through, rockin', Shaka Zulu

Block Crip or whole family blue; bloody, yeah, su-woo

Ain't you supposed to preach what you practice?

Put a rubber on if you stabbing

Get baptized if you baptist but ain't it evil to live backwards

Holy Ghost, hold on

Chakalu blakalu los: that's tongue for you niggas who lost

I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka

Serve it to my flocka

Yeah, that's my flocka, to my flocka

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper

Yeah, that's my flocka

Naked lyrics - Travis Scott

[Justin Vernon:]

I just wanna spread my wings

Life ain't what it seems

Someone in this cruel world

Escaping through the night

Look into my night, my thoughts

Naked in this cruel world

[Travis Scott:]

Tears dripping on my pillow, thoughts is in my head

See my dreams jump out my window, if I follow I'll be dead

And I been waiting all week to talk this shit but instead

Gon' have to burn this roof down for these niggas to understand

And what we fucking for? For the lights in the night

The way yours eyes glow, you make me want to have your sight

Damn I dug my own trenches, yeah, I hide my own pistols

I survived in the coldest winter, these beats is my only dinner

You can't blame a nigga, they tryna hang a nigga

I mean like every time a nigga blink I'm throwing on the mink

And she don't want to dance unless she drink

Will this Pharaoh make it out his sphinx?

Bookmarked a lot haters, I added more links

Rolling with the same niggas who was rolling with niggas that was on E

Wonder why I see the stars in the afternoon

Floating at night when you can catch me right under the moon

Dance On The Moon lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Theophilus London & Paul Wall)

[Theophilus London:]

Where the weather is warm

[Travis Scott:]

Moonlight move when a nigga dance

Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance

Had to leave home wasn't working out

Kiss moms for me if you get a chance

Walk the streets where I stay

Niggas give me daps and pounds they can't wait

In the moonlight, you can't see my eyes

And when I'm off the things I can't think

Man I been coasting the coast

Swear a young nigga done been through the most

Washing my mind out with dope

Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke

When they recognize a real nigga still

Ride with me, down with me, say he a float

And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP

Shoving champagne through the next girl throat

[Theophilus London:]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's get high, and go dance on the moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We could fly, and go straight to the moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon

Where the weather is warm and we forever live long

[Travis Scott:]

Lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?

Cop lights, no lights, 'cause the bills they was overdue

Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway

Taking trips to the side of the moon

Had to take trips to define my peace

But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb

I like my weed a little cheese, roll that that a little thick

Better watch your toke, you don't wanna choke

Better let that jack roll down your neck

I'm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix

We just gon' cruise hit the brews, lay back don't worry 'bout shit

It might get rowdy 'cause all the freaky models wanna party

All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist

Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa

She in that white dress it can't fit her

Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver

Hit it and she on the moon my nigga

[Theophilus London:]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's get high, and go dance on the moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We could fly, and go straight to the moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon

Where the weather is warm and we forever live long

[Paul Wall:]

Paul Wall, two cups, hold up, hold up

I'm headed to the moon 'cause the world screwed up

Like the city, I grew up so

I'm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up

Got a Xanax crushed up

If you spill my cup, it'll get you fucked up

Pull up to the moon with the trunk up

Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up

Smoke all three at the same time: call that triple OG

In the triple D, I'm full when I'm on E, you don't know nothing 'bout me

Backwood feel with a Compton tree

Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease

Three lines poured up in the big East

Baptized a blunt but I ain't no priest

Peach Ciroc with a Norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks

OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit

Def' rocking link, what you know about this

Baby Bash came through with the kush assist

Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon

Getting higher than a bitch and I'm doing my dance

[Theophilus London:]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's get high, and go dance on the moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We could fly, and go straight to the moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon

Where the weather is warm and we forever live long

MIA lyrics - Travis Scott

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI

Lifted, I'm feelin' so gifted, trippin', I'm constantly fallin'

Channel view of the whole villa, plottin' while burnin' a Marley

Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie bitch whippin' the 'Rari

Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari

Bitches don't know, I teach 'em the ropes, Scottie the Pope

Now only Giuseppe, Celine, Bottega

Proenza, the Schouler is all that she know

Might let the drop top, and she's Lamb' fam

Whippin' trans am, keep it low

She pulled out the hard white on the highway

For the line, listen, pimpin'

Your bitch just might physic my disick, disick all business

Might blizzard, roll up, crib look like the tele

Left jelly all over her biscuit

Last spring I lost 10K in teeth

I copped it but now I don't miss it

Whoever found it, teeth probably glistenin'

In fact that nigga prolly missin'

These choppers and these planes

They all doin' the same, they take me overseas

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI

These choppers and these planes

They all doin' the same, they take me overseas

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

Speedin', and damn I'm leanin' on a Kawasaki

In the lobby, then we 'dro codeinin', out in Abu Dhabi

Chain beamin', man, I hope you ain't anemic

'Cause you might feel drowsy

Out in Sweden, it's just me and four women

And we all playin' hockey

Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane

Rockin' a robe in your hood with no pass

Fuck up the flow, nothin' but fam 'cause niggas be hoes

You can have that, pass that, light it up and then blow

Imagery abstract, it's like NASDAQ

When I stock it up and then rack it up and then go

Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs

My nigga Yeezy done taught me that

Young niggas in the Soho house

Spillin' booze where the Barbie at

Damn homie, this a movie nigga

Take a picture of somethin', where your Kodak at?

If Scottie ain't totin' or swimmin' in women

He writin', producin' and scorin' and filmin'

These choppers and these planes

They all doin' the same, they take me overseas

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI

These choppers and these planes

They all doin' the same, they take me overseas

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI

M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A

M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

Drive lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. James Fauntleroy)

[DJ Screw:]

10-201, you know what I'm sayin'?

Smokin' big, drankin' syrup, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

What, sucker free, what, what

I can do dat (I can do dat right there)

I can do dat, ay

If I spill drank on my clothes - I can do dat

It don't matter cause I buy me some more - I can do dat

I'ma spend about fifty in the mall - I can do dat

I'ma buy me a Bentley in the fall - I can do dat

I'ma stop weak niggas from rappin'...

I, can't, leave, drank alone

It got me feenin'

(Feenin', feelin' good, Feelin' like a boss as I'm creeping through my hood)

[Travis Scott:]

Feel like I'm on the drive to the moon

Man I thought the world was ending soon

Damn, the devil stay testin' and the devil wear Prada

(Just tryna go up the avenue)

[James Fauntleroy:]

Sometimes I drive

While I'm staring in your eyes

With my hands behind your head

While you take me away

[Travis Scott:]

Whether I'm shinin' all winter or chillin' all summer

We rockin' furs, look like I copped 'em straight out the jungle

Used to spend cheese up on the steez, yeah I remember

Used to take trips whippin' the Jeep that my mom loaned us

Ridin' real slow

Mmhm, that's the shit they didn't know

Cruisin' down 59 seeing niggas ridin' fours, I just stared at the stars

And looked with my eyes closed 'cause it's driving me wild

[James Fauntleroy:]

Sometimes I drive

While I'm staring in your eyes

With my hands behind your head

While you take me away

[Travis Scott:]

Hit the weed and just drive

Hit the weed and just drive

Hit the weed and just drive

Hit the weed and just drive, oh, yeah

[James Fauntleroy:]

Sometimes I drive

While I'm staring in your eyes

With my hands behind your head

While you take me away

[Travis Scott (his dad):]

(Junior!)

Fuck!

(Junior, turn that shit off!)

Man, for what? Nigga, shut up!

(What'd I tell you about playin' that loud-ass music in this fuckin' house?)

Fuck! Fuckin' drums crazy!

Quintana lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Wale)

Shit, I got like...

La Flame, La Flame

[Travis Scott:]

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope

Step into my world where we get ghost

'Cause in my mind we float (Straight up)

Every time we step into 1OAK

They tweaking off the coke

Fuck I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread

So much let's have a toast

'Cause my niggas and mamma know

If I wasn't here, nigga I'd be dead (Straight up)

Now I'm in the building thinking billions

Counting millions, what a feeling

Remember when I never ever made shit?

Now me and my niggas rocking chains (Straight up)

And whipping slave ships

Now who the slave bitch?

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

Straight from the lair or Himalayas

I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer (Bless up)

Kelly Divine off in my pager, I'll hit her later

Dawn to dusk I'm tryna get made, I been up for days (Straight up)

Damn I'll never pop another pill, man that shit is real

Girl, you know you fucking with La Flame

You know you know the drill

I reach to the heavens, Lord forgive me, I sin

May La Flame live forever, and always bring 'em in (Straight up)

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

[Wale {Travis Scott}:]

Look, y'all niggas can't fuck with me

I've got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me

I'm unsociable with like most of them

'Cause I don't socialize where them suckers be

Lyrically I will demolish

This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft

Niggas remind me of nails at a spa

So under-polished, novices

They barkin' up the wrong tree (Double M)

Trust me if you with me then you goin' eat

I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day

And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga

Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS

Get lifted, few zips like a Steep Tech

Use piff, short words for the loose girls

All mine's re-up, y'all regret

Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set

Don't worry 'bout T, it's in-depth

{When it comes to the motherfuckin' C-notes}

We'll start us a motherfuckin' glee club

God damn...

[A$AP Bari:]

La Flame, don't play no games

These niggas is lames

These niggas ain't lords, we the new lords

Lord, self-sacrifice

[Travis Scott:]

Mercy me, oh, mercy me

Mercy me, oh, mercy me

Mercy me, oh, mercy me

Mercy me, oh, mercy me

Mercy me

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn, she smoke my dope

Swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope

Bandz lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Meek Mill)

[Travis Scott:]

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands

Man, I'm in these streets, it's been a long day

'Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away

'Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today

Funny look at them niggas that slippin'

You trippin', no fear, my niggas, we get it

I'm looking down at the whole world through these glass ceilings

And when I step outside bad bitches with me

Back in my section twisting that la la, can't let it stress me

Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie

Ba-back it up and break it down

She gon' bust it on this dick you gon' take her out of town

I put ice in my veneers, I put rubies in my crown

Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands

[Meek Mill:]

Okay, I walk in this bitch I fuck shit up then I leave, ho

Pay your car note or get some money for that weed, ho

Forty-five hundred, blow it, there go double C's, ho

Might go throw a Birkin bag if you tell me please, ho

She gon' throw that ass back, drop that on them real niggas

I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on the real bitches

Murder on that pussy, ho, I kill-I-I kill bitches

You gon' get like every bag and every shoe if I deal with you

Young nigga ballin' like I fuckin' hit the lottery

You just want the money shorty, you ain't got to lie to me

All these niggas hatin' on me, know they wanna body me

'Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery

[Travis Scott:]

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands

(Ooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)

I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

(Ooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)

I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

(Ooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)

I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

(Ooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)

I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

Lately, I been goin' crazy

Laughin', drinkin', find myself in arms of different women, huh

Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum

Tried to tell 'em cut that rap shit all that wack shit is underwhelming

Time's ticking, palms itching

Minds tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, I'll kill 'em

(Ooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)

I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow

Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)

Let's get this dough, run the world for sure

I got bands

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16 Chapels lyrics - Travis Scott

I don't know about you

Feel like I'm floating through the night

Slow move to the groove

Often the feeling feels right

(Dance like a 90s baby)

In the night, in the night, in the night, the night

Feel like I'm floating through traffic

(Then it "poof" like magic)

This shit be the coldest

Wake up nigga, smell the Folgers

Fuck she throwing up last night

Only if the dumb bitch did what I told her (Told her)

She feel me, I feel her

And she even let me move my fingers up her skirt

Fuck it live for the moment

Had no bread, now the hoes spread like toast is

Her legs spread like Moses

On my way, raise your glass we can have a toast

To the same ones that love talking that wild shit

Be the same ones who wanna be around the most

Tony said soon enough niggas will have a two-tone

Two blond chicks with the roof gone

Complaining now that her breasts out

Well at least you could've thought to put the mink on

I don't know about you

Feel like I'm floating through the night

Slow move to the groove

Often the feeling feels right

(Dance like a 90s, baby)

In the night, in the night, in the night, the night

Feel like I'm floating through traffic

(Then it "poof" like magic)

Wet dreams with the prom queen

Now I'm tryna screw me a centerfold

Every nigga have their wild dreams

Mines is to fly to the summer in my winter clothes

Sin city is a mile away

I see the devil in a skirt, but it's a nightgown

Hallelujah, does it even matter if it's night or day

When we pull up, she gon' pull her shirt down

This where we find 'em

Same niggas that sniff Donna

And get drunk off the mimosa

Space green or designer

Hermes based off of drama

Call it spendin' yoda

Six years catch me trying yoga

In the Caesar Palace rocking a toga

Throwing a toga party

Chilling with your bitch and she extra naughty

I don't know about you

I don't know about you

(Dance like a 90s, baby)

In the night, in the night, in the night, the night

Feel like I'm floating through traffic

(Then it "poof" like magic)

I don't know about you

Feel like I'm floating through the night

Slow move to the groove

Often the feeling feels right

In the night, in the night, in the night, the night

Feel like I'm floating through traffic

(Then it "poof" like magic)