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

Party Till lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. DJ Mustard)

[Mustard:]

Yeah, ayy

Yeah, ayy

Yeah, ayy

Yeah

Yeah, ayy

Mustard on the beat, ho

You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

And we still lay on the stop, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

[Travis Scott:]

When I call, pick up, oh, yeah, you know the deal (Yeah)

You know T need to cop a feel on you

Then go David Copperfield on you (Ooh)

Know this a whole lot to put on you (Ooh)

So are you still awake (Yeah), still awake? (Yeah)

Here to take (Yeah) a stick I give away

Goin' up, away (It's lit), up, up and away

Pour me up my drink (Straight up), tell me how it taste

Hop in a coupe (Coupe), if there's nothing to do (Do)

Me and my boo, ooh, ooh

[Mustard:]

You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

And we still lay on the stop, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

If you're single, show it

Ex-friend lookin' heart broke

We ain't really trippin' on nothin'

Everybody in here smokin'

I got kush on me by the pound

You know I'm finna blow this bitch down

And if you ever catch me outta town

Just know I got the best weed around

Cause you know I'm too turned up in this bitch

And you know this shit got me super lit, yeah

You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(You know when this song come on, my nigga)

Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga, yeah)

A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(A house in the hills at the top, my nigga, yeah)

Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(They gon' have to call 'em, they gon' have to call 'em)

And we still lay on the stop, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

(Bottles for all of my niggas, bottles for all of my niggas)

Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (Yeah, ayy)

('Til they call the cops, 'til they call the cops, yeah)

Power Is Power lyrics - SZA, The Weeknd & Travis Scott

(from "For the Throne" compilation)

[The Weeknd:]

I was born of the ice and snow

With the winter wolves, in the dark, alone

The wildest night, I became the one

And you'll know you're mine when the silence comes

Heavy is the crown only for the weak

A knife in my heart couldn't slow me down

'Cause power is power, my fire never goes out

I rise from my scars, nothing hurts me now

'Cause power is power

Now watch me burn it down

[SZA:]

I been down with the coldest war

And I know where I been 'cause I bled before, yeah

How do I know if I let you stay?

How do I know if we did it your way?

You wouldn't take my place

Put me away, I'd die lookin' up at your face

How do I ever know? Who can I trust?

Feelings of emptiness

Only love could kill me, God bless

[The Weeknd {The Weeknd & SZA}:]

A knife in my heart

Couldn't slow me down (Couldn't slow me down)

{'Cause power is power} ('Cause power is power)

{My fire never goes out}

I rise from my scars

Nothing hurts me now (Nothing hurts me now)

{'Cause power is power} ('Cause power is power)

{Now watch me burn it down}

[Travis Scott:]

Breathe, feel the air that I breathe (Yeah)

Air that I, air that I breathe

Who's hotter? Been a monster with a crown

So swamped by high water, keep your head up, you might drown

In this world, it's way colder, by the day, we count it down

Been around, just been waitin' up, she gon' come around

I took a drag, bust it out the gate, my lil baby, slay

I wore a flag, put that on my face, ain't nobody safe

Lift the mask, they gon' have to see what they can't erase

I took a lot, so I took it back (Do-do-do-do-do, yeah)

Danger's on my mind

Ain't no knife, dagger, bullet that can do it

'Fore you, yeah, you know, I go right straight through it, yeah

[SZA:]

Heavy is the crown, but never for a queen (Oh yeah)

[SZA & The Weeknd (The Weeknd) {Travis Scott}:]

A knife in my heart

It couldn't slow me down (Couldn't slow me down)

'Cause power is power ('Cause power is power)

My fire never goes out (Oh)

I rise from my scars (Yeah)

Nothing hurts me now (Nothing hurts me now)

'Cause power is power ('Cause power is power)

Now watch me burn it down (Ooh, yeah) {yeah}

Now watch me burn it down

Pussy lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Gunplay, Fredo Santana, Chuck Inglish)

Been Trill, motherfucker

Mike-WiLL Made It

Ear Drummers

Been Trill, bitch

[Chuck Inglish & Travis Scott:]

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (bricks)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

I had to get her right (flex)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up), Been Trill

[Travis Scott:]

Wake up in the mornin', throwin' on them Nikes

Runnin' through that check, shout my nigga Phil Knight

Oreos in Oregon State, pop twenty pills in the night (ooh)

Goin' a thousand miles in another state

They ain't oreos but they bright (straight up)

Clap it break that back, she just made a stack (ooh)

Niggas in that trap still totin' them straps (that dope)

If you make it where I'm from

It's like a lone star in the sky that's all black (Been Trill, motherfucker)

A 'ménage à trois' with black dykes, damn

That's the new civil rights (straight up)

Accidentally walked in the club, all these bitches bite (ooh)

Told my mama fuck a major, best decision my life (straight up)

Now niggas in the corridor, I'm velvet down to my corduroys (La Flame)

Got bottles by the cases, pussy by different races

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life

That pussy changed my life (straight up), Been Trill, motherfucker

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

I had to get her right (flex)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up), Maybach Music

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

[Gunplay:]

Purp in my itch palms, red lips six inches long (Been Trill)

Took her like a hooker, now come get your Shaun

I left her outside, I left her mouth dry

Feed her to the mountain lions 'cause that bitch try countin' mine

Pussy, nigga, you's a pussy-nigga (you just a pussy-nigga)

You be doushin', I be pushin' ether

Bitch, you fuck-boy cunt

Won't be satisfied 'til I see ya'll suffer in the sun

Chiefin' while I'm beefin', turn my odds to evens

My lawyers are some heathens

Beat it blowin' on some on reefers

If you didn't want a war, then why you'd wage it then?

I only wear jeans, I could fit a gage up in

I'm so high right now, look like I'm in Japan

Amazing, junkie jit came up major in

Trench team, ten deep, red beam, laser tag

Bring it, what you got?

Police and pistols don't phase your man

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life. Been Trill, motherfucker

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

[Fredo Santana:]

Look up at my eyes and I know you see a bad guy

Try to front on us, man, you better ask them last guys

Suicide doors pull up when we ride by

Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck a drive by

Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high

You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye-bye

On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi

'Cause I love bitches that love bitches that love bitches

I love fuckin' on they friends and I love fuckin' on they sisters

Bad bitches roll my swishers, Goddamn, I'm that nigga

Smokin' on that reefer thinkin', "How can I get richer?"

Damn shawty bad like the old Detroit Pistons (damn)

Damn I wanna fuck, when I hit, I'm gettin' misses

Treat her like shit man its "fuck-a-bitch feelings"

Money stacked tall, man, it's touchin' my ceiling

Money stacked tall, man, it's touchin' my ceiling

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

[Travis Scott:]

Holy moly, all them niggas dead

All them pussies fed

Let 'em live? Meh

Young owl in the dark

Thought he'd make it, never

Do you hate 'cause they know I'ma be here forever (straight up)

Never fuck with the black and blue

Duck cause a nigga might shoot

Shocked what a nigga might do

Young nigga blessed like a nigga ah-choo (bless up)

In the Mo they smokin' raw diesel

Evil Knievel whip pullin' off in the dust (skrrt, skrrt!)

Throwin' flame rocks when a bitch might jerk (straight up)

Bouncin' this bitch like it's tennis

Rich and still eatin' at Denny's

Hotels phones, I'm talkin' that business

Came up with the ones that was with me

Besides, nigga, your niggas facade, nigga

She off shoe with that Snooki

Don't fall in love with that pussy (straight up)

[Chuck Inglish (Travis Scott):]

I had to get her right

That pussy changed my life (straight up)

Been Trill, motherfucker

RaRa lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Travis Scott:]

808 Mafia

Yeah

(Can I see the lighter?)

Yeah, you mean so much

You mean so much to me

You don't understand

RaRa in, put the RaRa in

RaRa in, put the RaRa in

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in

Molly and codeine in my Fanta (yah)

It's a lot of dreams in my Phantom (it's lit)

Work for me, I'm so handsome (ooh, yeah)

I just slipped a bean (yah, yah)

RaRa in, (yah) in the RaRa denims (yah)

Take the raw raws off, (yah) put the RaRa in her (yah)

Kiwi pipe, (yah) off the RaRa venom (yah)

When you're done tonight (ooh)

Hop into your ride, yeah (yah)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in (straight up)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in (it's lit)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, yeah, put the RaRa in

[Lil Uzi Vert & Travis Scott:]

You know my diamonds be shinin'

Pull up 488 just like, what? (yeah, yeah)

I'm famous now, told my nigga hold my gun (hold my gun)

Yeah, what? Diamonds, they cost so much

Yeah, smokin' that gas, I gotta hold my lungs

Wait, yeah, damn, you thought she was the one? (what?)

Yeah, ayy, told that girl to hold her tongue (huh)

Ayy, yeah, my closet cost a truck, ayy

Gettin' this money like I'm in a rush, yeah (damn, checks up)

Rari so fast like I'm in a Lamb (skrt)

Water jewels like I broke the dam (yah)

Wet floor sign, yeah, that be cautious (what?)

Pulling up, yeah, in my—

[Travis Scott:]

RaRa in, put the RaRa in (straight up)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in (it's lit)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah (ooh)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah (yah)

RaRa in, put the RaRa in

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah

Reflex lyrics - Travis Scott

[Kurt Russell in "Big Trouble in Little China":]

This is Jack Burton in the Porkchop Express and I'm talkin' to whoever's listenin' out there

Like I told my last wife

I says, "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see, besides that, it's all in the reflexes"

Off the reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex

Had to pop another Xan' just to reset

Just to reset, just to reset

Won't you flex that ass again

Off a reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex

Had to pop another Xan' just to reset

Just to reset, just to reset

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Off a reflex, off a reflex (yeah), off a reflex (yeah)

I've been blowing through these bands, I'm in a deep check (brr)

All these bitches in my room, I feel like Keith Sweat (oeh)

We been going too in, I think I need a rest (I need it)

When you leave, I think about it, damn, I need it (I need it)

Johnny Cochran on these hoes the way I beat it (I beat it)

You make me weak, but don't mistake it for my weakness

I've been out here, I've been out here with your deepest

Automatic, going in, I'm going T-Rex

VVSs turn the T-shirt to a V-neck (straight up)

Gon' create and spend that money we ain't seen yet

All my niggas out and they gon' make it

Off the reflex (yah), off the reflex (yah), off the reflex (yah)

Had to pop another Xan' just to reset (yah)

Just to reset (yah), just to reset (yah)

Won't you flex that ass again

Off the reflex, off the reflex, off the reflex (alright, alright, yeah)

Pop another Xan' just to reset, just to reset

(Turn my vocal up, yeah)

Roll In Peace (Kodak Black Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott

[Kodak Black:]

You ain't the one for me, baby

You ain't got shit I need, bitch

You want me to take my time with you

Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch

Maybe I'm out your league, bitch

You ain't even got no cheese, bitch

Maybe I'm just too G for you

Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch

I can't even roll in peace (why)

Everybody notice me (yeah)

I can't even go to sleep (why)

I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)

They tried to give me eight

Got on my knees like "Jesus please"

He don't even believe in Jesus

Why you got a Jesus piece?

If you wanna leave, just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me

Even the blind can see

That you ain't gon ride for me

You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me

There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me

You said that you gon' ride for me

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me

You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)

Spent that hunnid on jeans (skrrt skrrt)

That's how much I believe

Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me

You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)

Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me

You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)

Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me

You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)

Spent that hunnid on jeans (skrrt skrrt)

That's how much I believe

Uh, everyday Halloween (alright!)

But we don't trick and treat (straight up!)

Count deads in my dreams (cash!)

Can't even fall asleep (ya!)

Pop on ya, send the opps on ya

Hollow clips in magazines

RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya

Drop your top off with that beam

Mix it one handed, please (it's lit!)

Mix it right, dirty tea

It's only gonna bring me peace

Don't leave my cup, that's for me

[Kodak Black:]

You ain't the one for me, baby

You ain't got shit I need, bitch

You want me to take my time with you

Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch

Maybe I'm out your league, bitch

You ain't even got no cheese, bitch

Maybe I'm just too G for you

Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch

I can't even roll in peace (why)

Everybody notice me (yeah)

I can't even go to sleep (why)

I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)

They tried to give me eight

Got on my knees like "Jesus please"

He don't even believe in Jesus

Why you got a Jesus piece?

If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me

Even the blind can see (what)

That you ain't gon ride for me

You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me

There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me

And you say that you gon' ride with me

SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott & Skrillex

[Part I]

[Drake:]

Astro, yeah

Sun is down, freezin' cold

That's how we already know, winter's here

My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt

That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else

I tried to show 'em, yeah

I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Goin' on you with the pick and roll

Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Travis Scott (The Notorious B.I.G.):]

Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes

This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot

(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's-it's 4 A.M and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Big Hawk (Swae Lee):]

(Some-Some-Some-Someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Travis Scott {Uncle Luke}:]

Yeah, this-this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit

Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group (Yeah)

Hit my eses, I need the bootch (yeah)

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo (It's lit)

Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"

In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

{Don't stop, pop that pussy!}

Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh

{Don't stop, pop that pussy!}

She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"

{Don't stop, pop that pussy!}

We ain't even make it to the room

She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool

Now I got her open, it's just the Goose

Who put this shit together? I'm the glue

[Drake (Uncle Luke) {Swae Lee}:]

(D-d-d-don't stop)

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance

{Someone said}

(D-don't stop)

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance

{Someone said}

[Part III]

[Drake (Travis Scott):]

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy, yeah

[Drake & Travis Scott:]

Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy

Knocked for the night, ayy

767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man

I still got scores to settle, man

I crept down the block (Down the block)

Made a right (Yeah, right)

Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah)

Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)

Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)

Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)

That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah)

Lost my respect, you not a threat

When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch!)

See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)

Wet like I'm Lizzie

I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)

Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)

No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)

[Drake (Travis Scott):]

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo!)

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light (Like a light)

Like a light (Like a light)

Like a light (Like a light)

Like a light

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah

He said, "Keep that on lock"

I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah

It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit!)

LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah

Shawty in the back

She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)

Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah

'Bout a check, yeah, (Check) just check the foots, yeah

Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah)

Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook

Yeah

Steady With The Crew lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Jhené Aiko)

[Travis Scott:]

My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got served

I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous

I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool

Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through

I got shit to lose

Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake

I got shit to do

Had to move, with the crew, away from you

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got served

I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous

I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool

Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through

I got shit to lose

Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake

I got shit to do

Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Travis Scott (Cassie):]

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)

[Travis Scott:]

You know what, we grew on

We go back like futons and coupons

We too bad, we too wild, we too young

Shake some, my niggas gon' shake some

Fall through and break somethin'

Broad day, and take somethin'

Backwards, I've been livin' backwards

On my mattress, orgies on my mattress

Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes

Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it

My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got served

I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous

I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool

Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through

I got shit to lose

Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake

I got shit to do

Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Travis Scott & Cassie:]

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

And I never liked it, and I never liked them

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

And I never liked it, and I never liked them

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

And I never liked it, and I never liked them

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew

And you never liked it, and you never liked them

And I never liked it, and I never liked them

Swang (Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott

[Travis Scott:]

Young niggas, young niggas ready to go

I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up

I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)

Young niggas, young niggas ready to go

I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up

I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)

Young niggas, young niggas ready to go

I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up

I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)

Big body hoggin' up the lanes, whip so big it's like a plane (yah!)

Tattoos on my body and my face, you know a young nigga can't be tamed

You don't want no problems this-a-way (oh my god)

I got blue and red flags in my gang

They say "where you get them boogers in your fangs?" (It's lit)

You know I had to hit up Johnny Dang (bling, bling bow, bow)

Ya, ya, I need that ice ahí, I need that ice ahí

Give me just what I need (straight up), ya, all them gon' ride for me

Go and bend down for me, never gon' cop a plea

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Pass me one while I'm grippin' 'grain

Don't hit the window don't hit the brakes

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

We young niggas you can't hang (oh no)

You know my young niggas can't be tamed (alright!)

Young niggas, young niggas ready to go

I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up

I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up (yeah)

If I say I got it then you know I got it, yuh

Bands, bands, bands, can't fit in my pocket (alright)

Take off with me now, take off on my rocket (It's lit)

Smash everything in Aces now we off to Follies (ooh)

Now we on our own drivin' with suspension

Ones, ones, ones, that's that repetition (straight up)

Pimpin', Johnny Gill that's that new edition

La Flame Don Juan young nigga pimpin' (heee)

All you can handle, I rock that bitch off the handles (yah)

She bust it open like sandals, mess with the flannels

Diamonds go hard with the flannels (nahh)

Don't need to control her (It's lit)

I change my bitch like a channel (ahh)

Young niggas inside and I got young niggas

Young niggas with me (Straight up)

[Travis Scott & Swae Lee:]

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Tattoos on my body and my face

You know them young niggas can't be tamed

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Big bank take a little bank

Everyday spillin' up drank

She want the whole crew, shawty brave

When the money talks, what is there to say?

Blow away, watch it blow away

When I die can't take it to the grave

[Swae Lee:]

Hop out, drop, top, fuck y'all talkin' I need it right now

Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

[Slim Jxmmi:]

I know some young niggas from the bottom

They'll do anything for a dollar

I coulda went to school to be a doctor

But I dropped out and chose to be a baller

Switchin' lanes, spittin' game in my new drop

Still on a paper chase that don't never stop

Everybody with me family, that's how we rock

Party at the mansion, we bout to flood the spot

Sremmlife!

[Swae Lee:]

Know some young niggas like to swang

Know some young niggas like to swang

Big bank take a little bank

Everyday spillin' up drank

She want the whole crew, shawty brave

When the money talks, what is there to say?

Blow away, watch it blow away

When I die can't take it to the grave

Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics - Travis Scott

Diving a hearse, I dive and I curse

I dive at my worst, we dive and we lurk

Out on the scene, blowing on green

Denim my jeans, Molly you know where they're seen

Margiela dipping, I coast, I'm out on the boat

We freestlye, niggas is spitting rhymes off the throat

I'm moving, I'm scheming moving, I'm dodging and grooving

Sway in the Morning, nigga ain't losing

IPhone 6, I'm chirping and lurking the scene

You know I get it, blowin' I'm blowin' that mean

Mr. So Clean, no bald head the dreads never, the braids whether

You niggas out here changing the weather (rain)

My dollar bills are hundreds and fifties, no twenties

Tens, I never get it, money is plenty

On a billion dollar mind scheme, on the rhyme scheme

You know La Flame doing a hundred damn five things

Dressed here, with the retro, might pull up on your show Trillelectro

Might hit the Amsterdam with the mess low

La Flame coming through, with the next flow

I'm looking at the dash, it's 12:06

I'm looking at your girl, thats my bitch!

You took her out now, she living with (me)

I ain't rolling through, with written shit

This is straight flow, waking up at the 9AM, blowing dope

Nigga like me, I'm blowing smoke

Hotel at my door, like "you gotta go,"

I ain't leaving 'til 4, yeah you gotta know

Free the Snowman, free my nigga Meek Milly

He the first nigga showed me duffle bag with millie

Nigga put me in a Bentley, nigga blowing Philly

Had me out in Philly, after Wet Willies

Took 'em to Miami, took 'em to damn Diddy

Out on the boat rolling, I'm sipping on wet willies

Once again no Ciroc, I'm moving, I'm moving good

Shout my nigga Ye, we all G.O.O.D

Shout my nigga T.I, the Hustle Gang good

Shout my niggas, NY, I'm blowing Backwoods

You know how we get it, I'm kicking it freestyle

Days Before Rodeo, nigga go get wit it

The Plan lyrics - Travis Scott

(from "Tenet" soundtrack)

You don't know where we stand

It's true

Know the plan

Last time I wrecked it, last time I whipped around

Last time I did the whippets (Yeah), last time I live reverse (Yeah, yeah, ooh)

Pour the brown, hit the reverend (Yeah), last time I hit your crib (Yeah)

Last time there was no tenants (Ooh, ooh)

I done went back in myself, felt like Hell

Fuck, I risked it, patience sell (Yeah)

Found you livin', know you thrillin', not for sinnin' (Yeah)

How I got my stripes and pendants, backin' out in the street (Yeah)

What is wild, let it be, ragers out, gotta eat (Yeah)

Not a vibe (Yeah) but a wave, with the sound by the way

Count it down, by the days (Ooh)

To myself, know they wicked, with the moves (Ooh, ooh)

I'm drinkin', off the juice, know I'm drinkin'

I be smooth, then I lose it, yeah, yeah now

You don't know where we stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's true (Yeah, yeah)

Know the plan

Close the opera

Hear the red and blue outside, I think our option's up

I recrossed it 'round the map, I had to line it up

I be swervin' on the waves, it's like a line of us (Yeah, yeah)

Move in 'verse on my turf, I'm outta line, I put in work

I draw the line and cross it first

I need the time, I need to search

It's just like wine, it make it worse

Skrrt, skrrt in the 'Vert, skrrt, skrrt

Ride on land, Boeing jet, make it land

In slow motion when I dance

In your eyes I see your trance

I run away and then you prance (Yeah)

If I show the hideaway would you hide out and let it blam? (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't no time, I'm facin' scams, nah, nah (Yeah)

You don't know where we stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's true (Yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh)

Ooh

THE SCOTTS lyrics - THE SCOTTS, Travis Scott & Kid Cudi

[Travis Scott:]

Let's go

[Travis Scott {Kid Cudi}:]

We see the hype outside (Yeah)

Right from the house, uh

Took it straight from outside {Yeah}

Straight to the couch {Mm}

We put the mic outside {Yeah}

Air this shit out, uh {Mm}

You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside {Yeah}

We runnin' the scouts {Mm}

Ain't no controllin' the gang {Yeah, yeah, yeah}

They never leave {Mm}

I got tats over my veins {Yeah}

'Cause that what I bleed {Mm}

She drink a lot of the bourbon {Yeah}

Like she from the street, uh {Mm}

We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh {Yeah, mm}

We heard that your way went dry {Yeah}

We floodin' the drought, uh {Mm}

Heard that your hood outside {Yeah}

We added some routes {Mm}

We havin' the goods outside {Mm}

Move it in and out {Mm}

You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside {Mm}

We runnin' the scouts

[Kid Cudi:]

Nigga, the cops outside (Yeah)

Lock up the house (Yeah, yeah)

We keep the team on high (Huh)

Some gold in they mouth (Yeah, yeah)

Nigga, the Porsche outside (Huh)

Without the top (Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah)

She want a mimosa-sa (Yeah)

Bring in the shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell these phony bitches "Beat it"

With that Photoshoppin' body, Adobe, help me

She in there makin' panini

She know I got all the bread

She know me, got it

On my hustle, havin' visions

It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (Huh, huh)

Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay

Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey

Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these

Niggas don't know where to go

Gotta keep givin' em heat, heat (Yeah)

Time to go double though, time they add up the math, mad

And I've been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams

[Travis Scott:]

Let's go

TKN lyrics - ROSALÍA & Travis Scott

Cosa' de familia no la' tienen que escuchar

Lo' capo' con lo' capo' y yo soy la mamá

Los secreto' solo con quien pueda' confiar

Más-Más te vale no romper la marta

Hay nivele' para todo en esta vida

No jodemo' con persona' desconocía'

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

TKN, TKN, TKN

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

TKN, TKN

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

Somo' la cara, Gaspar Noé

Tú no dispara', la vacié

VVS, VVS, Dolce Vita

Mi mambo está duro, dinamita

Tú actúa' de pie' hasta la nuca

Vestía' de negro como Kika

VVS, VVS, Dolce Vita (VVS)

El mambo está duro, dinamita

Leche con azúcar

Ella tiene medida' brazuca'

Esa mami es una G (Yeah)

Yeah, she got hips I gotta grip for (Yeah)

A lot of ass, don't need to have more

I know it's sweet, I like that

Mmm (Straight up)

I got word that it's wet, well, let's drown

Toot it up, back it up, slap it down

Don't say a word of what you heard from when I came around (It's lit)

You get it first, you get this work right when you come in town (Yeah)

Need you right here (Yeah)

Know you the queen of givin' ideas

No more new friends, don't bring the hype here (Ooh)

Know you got problems with this, but it's not fair

Cosa' de familia no la' tienen que escuchar

Lo' capo' con lo' capo' y yo soy la mamá (El papá)

Los secreto' solo con quien pueda' confiar

Más-Más te vale no romper la marta

TKN, TKN, TKN

TKN, TKN

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

La Rosalía

Straight up!

Ni un amigo nuevo, ni uno haría

Too Many Chances lyrics - Travis Scott

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute (oh yeah)

Do it

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

If you can be real for two seconds

First order of business, I gotta fly out my people

Way too many fakes in my face, I can see the evils

Drug addictions, bad bitches

They gotta be chose, see the peacoat

Black slacks, it's R.I.P. clothes, see amigos

Laid back, I cock the nino, game time, gang time

No time to reload, handle mine, take mine

I've gotta deebo, can't waste a minute

Rap Yeats, I master business, but still a menace

Peep my mojo I got together, I'm in my bag

Too many looks, they pocket watchin', gotta hit the gas

Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt

They say a nigga'd never make it, now look at me now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hood times, I never cared, I pull up there

Outside your club, I'm at your club (yeah)

And I gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Gave myself too many

Gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Gave myself too many

Gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Gave myself too many

Gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Do it (oh, yeah)

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

Do it

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

If you can be real for two seconds

And I gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Gave myself too many

Gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Gave myself too many

Gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Gave myself too many

Gave myself too many chances

Gave myself too many chances

Alcohol land on these dancers

Do it (oh, yeah)

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

If you can be real for two seconds

Do it (oh, yeah)

If you can be real for two seconds

Or maybe a minute

Do it, don't be shy

If you can be real for two seconds

Do it, don't be shy

You know that I miss it, don't be shy

You know that, you know that

I don't go that way

Wasted (Demo) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Yung Lean)

[Yung Lean:]

Sir

Yeah, Lean

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted

If I really wanna get it, you know I'ma take it

Mixing-mixing ice, Sad Boys, you know we made it

I be so damn gone that I'm feeling like I'm lazy

In that white Range Rover, driving, bet you know I'm wasted

SBE, blowing cash fast, spend it to the last rack

Living life the fast track, bitches blowing Sad Pack

SBE got sad, man, you know I'm so wasted

I'm so high like a tower (Tower)

I picture myself being higher (Higher)

I wipe my face off with a towel (Towel)

I'm smoking spirits, I'm a fighter (Fighter), I'm so wasted

[Travis Scott & Yung Lean:]

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted

Mix the Sprite with Xanny, lean, it's how we taste it

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted

Yeah, the rockstar-life we live is so amazing, woo

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted (Leandoer)

Mix the Sprite with Xanny, lean, it's how we taste it

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted (Wasted)

Yeah, the rockstar-life we live is so amazing, woo, woo, woo (Lean)

[Travis Scott:]

I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted

Molly, Xan' and lean and percocets and I feel racy

I got that ice, I got that ice, it's not Fugazi

My crew done been done hold the block, we shoot that sprayin'

Come in here clean, you know we rasta like Jamaicans

Dreadlocks, we swayin', I'm in common, I'm too lazy

And then we block it out that plaza and I'm too wasted

We got that ice, we got that golden, don't be patient

And I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted

I got that ice in my chain, yeah, that's no Fugazi

I got that wrist that work, that wrist that work, that crazy

I got that good dick that-that BJ make 'em crazy, woo

Watch lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West)

[Lil Uzi Vert (O'Shaughnessy Hartley):]

(Because it's the last ride that I'm ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at AstroWorld)

Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh

That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh

She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway

Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy, you learned the hard way

Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case

Look, pull up Sky Dweller, and it's vanilla

All white, that Plain Jane, yeah

The rose gold one better, hundred or better

I took the money and flooded my bezel

You diamond to rock, computed the settin'

VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle

I popped a molly to get on my level

Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater

Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven

Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11

Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?

Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Travis Scott:]

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh

That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh

She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (Yeah)

Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade, uh (Yeah)

Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take, uh (It's lit)

No, can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (Laced)

Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Like woah (Yeah, yeah, alright)

Yeah, they really want my soul (Yeah)

That can never go (Straight up)

Angel in the snow (White)

Always leave me cold (Ice)

Leave it on the floor but she's slidin' from the pole (What?)

Like woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Really on speed (Yeah, cash)

You and ivory is all I need (Skrrt-skrrt)

All agreed, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (Trees)

It's stuck in heat, link up with the dawgs and then we flee

Way this summer goin', I might start my summer league (League)

Every young nigga get a check and get a team

Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen (Yeah)

No small faces, it's just an AP beamin' (Yeah, yeah)

[Travis Scott {Lil Uzi Vert}:]

Look at your Rollie, uh, {look at my Rollie, uh}

That's a small face, uh, {this a big face, uh}

She can't see my room, {fuck her in the hallway} (Yeah)

{Gettin' bored with this money}, count it all day

[Kanye West:]

Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie

Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie

You should gon' hide it, man, it's too bad

Like a bald nigga still wearin' durags, ha

Israeli guards, boy, please be mindful

Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind filled

I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld

Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield

Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills

Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos

Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap

Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack

One year, it's Illuminati, next year, it's the Sunken Place

They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place

I need someone else to make this drink, because

You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio

That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?

Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch

[Kylie Jenner:]

We have bust-down Rollies, bust-down Pateks

And I told him I needed him to bust down our new baby

Water (Remix) lyrics - Tyla & Travis Scott

Make me sweat (Sweat, s-sweat)

Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath)

Make me sweat (Sweat, sweat, sweat)

Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath)

Normally, I can keep my cool

But tonight, I'm wildin'

I'ma be (Yeah) in a dangerous mood

Can you match my timing? Mmm

Tellin' me (Yeah) that you really 'bout it

Why try hide it? Ooh

Talk is cheap, so show me

That you understand how I like it

Can you blow my mind?

Set off my whole body

If I give you my time (Ooh)

Can you snatch my soul from me?

I don't wanna wait, come take it

Take me where I ain't been before

Can you blow my mind?

Set off my whole body (Whole body)

Make me sweat, make me hotter

Make me lose my breath, make me water

Make me sweat, make me hotter

Make me lose my breath, make me water

When you're low, keep you high like Flame (Flame)

Can make your whole life change (Change)

She's a palm body, yeah, but the wrist plain (Plain)

Eliantte with a bustdown chain

The way that thing move, girl, that waist change

I'm lovin' how it bounce like it got sprang

I know a couple thangs we can exchange

Created the AP, I'm on time, yeah (On time)

And you the only one that outshine it (Outshine it)

Don't matter if you dress for the fine dining (Fine dining)

Or you inside with your bonnet

I know, yeah, iconic (Iconic)

You deserve some wrist that's diamonds (Wrist)

You deserve a trip to the islands (Yeah)

If we post up, baby, don't comment

You keep it wet, that's a real-life challenge (Life challenge)

All that ass gotta pour out of gallons (Yeah)

Beauty in the top, keep balance (Balance)

Ooh, she in her bag, ooh, she wylin' (Yeah)

You ain't gotta hide your talent (Talent)

Even if you did, I better find it (Yeah)

You know I'm comin' from the H

But it's plus two-seven when I dial in

Make me sweat (Sweat, s-sweat)

Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath)

Make me sweat (Sweat, sweat, sweat)

Make me lose my breath (Breath, my breath, it's lit)

(Make me sweat)

Make me sweat, make me hotter (Hotter)

Make me lose my breath, make me water

Make me sweat (Sweat), make me hotter (Hotter)

Make me lose my breath, make me water

Make me sweat, make me hotter

Make me lose my breath, make me water

Make me sweat, make me hotter

Make me lose my breath, make me water

What's Next lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Quentin Miller)

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah

Got a lot of ideas, lot on my plate

Got a lot on my M, got a lot of the nay

I tend to skate, got a home, got a hundred a nay

Got a bitty, man that nigga make a hundred a day

On her minds, I done got it

Many problems, many money

Hundred Pradas, in and out it

Its in apartment, in a alley

Whole lotta world gotta run with me

And if I finesse get it gotta lotta dishin'

Nigga what's next

What the world got pills?

Where the homie got a head like yeah

What a nigga won't do

Hiding from a real right here

Got a lemon on my neck like yeah

Hundred niggas like yeah

I got a lot of ideas

Got a lot of ideas

Got a lot of ideas

Got a lot of ideas

What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect

Might get a gold chain and ice my neck

Yeah nigga what's next

Might have to go and see the vet

Cause I dogged my hoe for a check

Yeah nigga what's next

Tryna play both sides of the net

That's how you wipe out your whole set

Yeah nigga what's next, try to send a couple killers at my neck

If I die my hologram gon' flex

Yeah nigga what's next

I got a couple ideas, got a couple reasons why I'm out here

Tryna move the wave a thousand light years

Hundred, riding in the night yeah

Black Bimmer, Hans Zimmer, Hans Zimmer

Paint a picture, I'm overrated

You overrated, come on baby, high living

Hot sauce, I got a lot lot nigga for the right cost

Woah, baby, woah now I need to slow down

Back it up, I got a kitchen you know now

Guys in the lab did that for my last thing

Got it and I'mma fall, for my mommas back wings

Woah, we don't have problems, ain't no more

Yeah, high steals and the gat go

Whoa, I pass it down for my E E

[Quentin Miller:]

Yeah, yeah, what's next, yeah

What you sayin', how you different from the next yeah

I'm on a Xan, I might hit it and forget yeah

You got all the latest brands

And you still ain't did a damn thing, hol' up

Wait, low key, put the rap game in a choke hold

Got your girl doing things she ain't supposed to

Found a way to pay the bills off the Pro Tools

What's next, gotta turn into a mogul

Few bands, no Super Saiyan Goku

My nigga hit the, just hit the driver with the old school

What's next, me and Trav on a song too?

What's next, putting on for the zone two?

Yeah, I got a couple ideas, made myself a livin' off my ideas

They thought they could get rid of me, I'm right here

Niggas can't get rid of me, I'm right here

[Travis Scott:]

What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect

Might get a gold chain and that's what's next

Yeah nigga what's next

Might have to go and see the vet

Cause I dogged my hoe for a check

Yeah nigga what's next

Tryna play both sides of the net

That's how you wipe out your whole set

Yeah nigga what's next, try to send a couple killers at my neck

If I die my hologram gon' flex

Yeah nigga what's next