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
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)
A Man lyrics - Travis Scott
[Oggizery Los:]
Yeah, like
Niggas be actin' like act like, a lil' d—
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Every side wanna fuck with this, it's dirty South
Only dirty South gonna fuck with this
You hear this shit boy?
Fucking up these stages
Fucking a girl up and you know how he rap
Throw this shit up, nigga
[Travis Scott:]
I'ma, I'ma try to drop–
People tryna say I'm only into me
Got a code with my dawgs, can't get in between
I can't give 'em life, no more energy
A man, a man
Spent 'bout sixty on the time, I can't even lie
No way in, no way out, this shit do or die
So I roll, when I roll, must be suicide
A man, a man (Yeah)
I can't rock Benz, I don't do peace (Yeah)
I'll beast, I'll beast, I gotta eat (It's lit)
Sabertoothed tiger, diamond two-teeth (Straight up)
Rocking right now, won't you come peek (Alright)
P was outside, P was outside (P)
The way that ass shake, leave your mouth wide
You need to say grace 'fore you say thanks (Yeah)
A man, a man (Yeah)
What's left in my life? Don't know what's in store
I've been dealing with these blessings that I can't ignore (Ooh-ooh)
Putting up the numbers, we ain't keeping score
A man, a man
I get on the block, wit' it in my sock
Running in the house 'fore it's twelve o'clock (Yeah)
Yeah, the hood love me, but you gotta watch
A man, a man (Yeah, yeah)
I just popped three, I don't do sleep, yeah
Tryna shoot a scene, make a movie, yeah (Straight up)
We gon' fall through, coming through deep (It's lit)
A man, a man (Yeah)
Yeah, packed up from the South, moved into the West
Iced out logo on the cross, threw it on my neck, yeah
When I rep the set, gotta stay blessed, yeah (Bling)
A man, a man (Bling)
People tryna say I'm only into me
Gotta code with my dawgs, can't get in between
I can't give 'em life, no more energy
A man, a man
Man, fuck what it meant to me
Everybody tryna take that identity
Everybody around me turned to a fr-enemy
Sit back while I sip on the remedy
I cannot let it get into me
It's playing a toll on me, mentally
A-Team lyrics - Travis Scott
A-Team (yeah, yeah!), A-Team
Please don't try to play us (yah)
A-Team, aw, A-Team
A-Team, please don't try to play us (ooo-ooo)
A-Team (ooo), aw, A-Team (yeah!)
Call my B up (yeah!) call Sherita (yeah!)
Aw, let's link up, aw, ain't no days off (straight up!)
'Less I'm paid off (woo) these niggas play soft
We just play ball
Aw, A-Team, won't you sign up?
Join my roster, (yah) you a scholar (yah)
Aw, A-Team, (ahh) know you ready (ready)
My right hand steady, coach you if you let me
Aw, A-Team, (yah) got that A1 (yah)
A1 steak sauce, (yah) aw, can't take loss (yah)
Aw, A-Team, (yah) join my FIFA (yah)
Roll my weed up, (yah) keep my D up (yah)
Aw, A-Team
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
When I back off the curb
In back of the back, the Batmobile heard
I'm back on alert
I'm back, what's the word?
I'm back, what's the word?
I'm back in the third
They back on my mind, they back on my nerves
Can't take back the time so I'm back, back, back spending
I'm back on the splurge, I'm back on the splurge
They jump when I jump out then jump in and swerve, swerve, yeah, yeah
It's halftime, gon' show that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a dog you know that
Can't be from New Jersey how you throw back
Aw, A-Team, (yeah, yeah!) A-Team
Please don't try to play us (ahh, yeah, yeah)
A-Team, (yah) aw, A-Team
A-Team, (yah) please don't try to play us (whoo)
A-Team, (whoo, whoo) aw
Animal lyrics - Travis Scott (with B.o.B, T.I.)
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
[Travis Scott:]
We lost in the world who's feeling safe
It's parked outside been in the case
We walk outside feel like a mason
The preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste
White wine, go ahead and sip your race
And walk in the closet and feel amazed
Ain't no retire, fall out of line and we get to pacin
And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space and
Took the travis may leave you around and place it
That's a classic, no other way to have it
Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress
And look how many bitches piled up on that mattress
I'm feeling too proud, cause all my niggas around
I gotta prove it right now waitin' for 'em to feel it
It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute
Cause now I'm in the building, god damn, I'm about to kill it
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
[T.I.:]
3-57 apparel the shit I wearo be Balenciaga
Prada, Margiela or something hotter
Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah
A million dollars on my wardrobe, damier on my collars
Nothing short of an assassin, garments I stick my ass in
Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket
Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise
Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tais
Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow
So impressive, she would this Beretta if I let her
Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime
I swear this dick I give her it'll last her a lifetime
A nice night selling hard rock in the pipeline
Put in their life and now they love a nigga longtime
Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes
Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks
Today is the Sabbath I got seven going at it
On a mattress doing shit you can't imagine, I'm laughing
True story, real talk, that's classic
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
[Travis Scott:]
Had to leave from home, better off than hell
Skip the town somehow I ended up in jail
Loved the jail, it was better in the cell
Did a little crime, too that shit never ever tell
Somewhat I'm partying the third partying
First she started gargling, and end up swallowing
And went to class too and got some knowledge
You fucking with the devil like she over popping him
She love the pills too she over popping em'
She's standing in the line, just to do the line
Fuck is that fresher than a motherfucker
Tell me wanna fuck with us
Frontline hands up, niggas while we thrown dust
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
Big Shot lyrics - Kendrick Lamar & Travis Scott
(from "Black Panther" soundtrack)
Wakanda, welcome
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Big shot (Hol' up, wait), peanut butter insides (No)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot (Big shot, hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (Hol' on)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?
Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty
Got them, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah
Top off, gettin' topped-off in the city
Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy
Pop off and I pop back like Fiddy, yeah
I hit the ceilin' and forgot about the floor, yeah
Brand so big, got my haters on the ropes, yeah
This be the wave plus I live on the coast, yeah
When I touch a bag, young nigga do the most, yeah
Mm, woo, and I Wakanda flex (Yeah)
And you know what time it is (Yeah)
But don't know what grindin' is (Yeah)
Baby, I care, baby, I swear
Only one real nigga here, only two real niggas here, yeah
Big shot (Hol' up, wait), peanut butter insides (No)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot (Big shot, hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (Hol' on)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
[Travis Scott {Kendrick Lamar}:]
Big shots (Yeah), purped up, syruped up, nigga, like Pimp C
Flight suit, 'bout to slide down Space City
Top down, she down under like Iggy, yeah (It's lit)
Lockjaw when the night call too litty
Knockoff, get your rocks off, got plenty
Got rocks, got Jay's, got 'Ye, got Lenny, yeah
I need my engine, she need extensions (Yeah)
Don't be the center, attention, just play your position (Straight up)
Got my life on a yacht mission 'cause they been a vision (Yeah, yeah)
Runnin' through these waves like I'm Moses out the booth
Hop out the trees (Skrrt, skrrt), whippin' a frog and it leap
Foggy, can't breathe, Vacheron over Philippe (Alright)
Out in the street (Yeah), chill with the gang, make it sweet
Big shots (Yeah, {doo-doo-doo-doo}), forget your name like I'm Steve (Yeah)
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Big shot (Hol' up, wait), peanut butter insides (No)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot (Big shot, hol' on, hol' on), peanut butter insides (Hol' on)
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
CHopstix lyrics - ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Fly high, I'm too high
Watch, splash, car, fast
Dash, zoom, smooth, ooh
Spend cash, glide by
[Travis Scott:]
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
I let 'em chop sticks, chop sticks, chop sticks (Alright)
Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)
Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)
Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh, it's lit)
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Ayy, I'm trippin' on you, I gotta have you
I spend it on you, I might buy two
Now get in my coupe
I like her legs up like chopsticks
Luxury in my optics
Your ex-man's on the opp list
I'm validated to pop shit
I'm a high profile, hunnid mile, flex
Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex
I got a bad habit with bad habits
Beat the pussy up, stab at it
Divin' in like I'm mad at it
Secured the bag, I need all static (Ayy)
[Travis Scott:]
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
I let 'em chop sticks, chop sticks, chop sticks (Alright)
Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)
Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)
Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh, it's lit)
[ScHoolboy Q:]
I got 25 rolled up on my dresser
25 bad ones in the function, can I stretch her?
Who wanna get chose for the foreplay?
Hop on the black rose on your b-day
Make everybody fall for you jealous
Bat wing on the ground to the PJ
I say, "Bad bitch, bad bitch, five star, bad bitch"
Got you on, whatever you want, gotta have it
Fuck so good, that's talent
I pray for you, now that's balance
I run it up before the trial end
They talkin' 'bout us, we wildin', we wildin' (Ayy)
[Travis Scott:]
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
I let 'em chop sticks, chop sticks, chop sticks (Alright)
Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)
Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Yeah)
Her legs chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (Alright)
Chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh)
Chop, chop, chop, chop (Ooh, it's lit)
Dinosaurus lyrics - Travis Scott
[Yung Mazi:]
Mazi Osbourne, ya dig what the fuck I'm sayin'? You know I'm, the type of nigga that's gonna fuck a ho, send her to the store, pull off on her. You know, bitch said I had a baby on the way, I told her we gon' see on Labor Day. I ain't gonna drop a bitch off unless she stay on the spray away. Ayy, when these hoes gonna pull up for all of us? Yeah, you get what I'm saying, you wanna marry 'em, you gotta marry my niggas, fuck you mean? Tell that bitch I said shut the fuck up, sit down, and pour up
[Travis Scott:]
Bitch
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous
Fightin' the mood
Breakin' the rules, howl at the moon
Yellin' my blues, wanna hit snooze
Chase it with booze
I'm out in the noon, she out in the nude
Fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June
I'm under the moon followin' you
I'm out of my head, I'm out on the road
It's nowhere to go, I gave you my soul
Am I right, am I wrong?
Tryna get home
The love, I'm up in the hill
My high's as low as a hill
High's as low as a hill
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous
I'm in them ovaries, I'm in them ovaries
I don't know these niggas, ridin' with them motorists
Fallin' on some diamond bourse and now we all rich
Hidin' all this, out in that orbit, I just record it
Now it's a party, yeah, it's a garden, let's get it started
I forgot it, she pass the Marley, tweak off a molly
Pop a Xan, then tie the red up
Don't hold a petty ho for ransom
Goddamn for answer, pop on a lancer
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous
Dinosaurus, dinosaurus
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous
Down In Atlanta lyrics - Pharrell Williams & Travis Scott
Down in Atlanta
Stayed at the Centerfold
Downstairs my Aventador
You should have seen it
Down in Atlanta
At the Graveyard Tavern
You thought you seen a ghost
It's just where the Phantoms are
Shawty thicker than kevlar (Yeah)
It's wall to wall
Feel the heat
Through my drawers
I told shawty to bring the wave
You know life's a beach
She said, "Life's a bitch"
Let's hit Magic City
Watch 'em fly from the sky
While we line up the wall
Like confetti, how it falls
Let 'em leave with it all
We ain't never been this high
The city big, feeling small
Keep me wake, never off
4-4 when you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Down in Atlanta
Might just slide through the zone
Not talking LeBron home
When I say I'm in Cleveland
Drown in my Fanta
Coke factory is my store
I mix it up how I pour
Gotta see how I drink it
Woke up feeling like Fabo (Yeah)
Need a Georgia Peach
Never run outta love
Or run outta weed
Daddy drivin' a tractor
Like a Hellcat on E
Hit 285 dashin'
'Cause I'm loving the speed
Watch 'em fly from the sky (Sky)
While we line up the wall
Like confetti, how it falls
Let 'em leave with it all
We ain't never been this high (High)
The city big, feeling small
Keep me wake, never off
4-4 when you
Watch 'em, watch 'em fly, fly from the, from the sky
Down in Atlanta
Just like Havana
And gotta get it on, gotta get it on, gotta get it on, gotta get it on
Call up Miami
Atlantic, Atlantis
And we get it on, gonna get it on, gonna get it on, gonna get it on
Watch 'em fly from the sky (Sky)
While we line up the wall
Like confetti, how it falls
Let 'em leave with it all
We ain't never been this high (High)
The city big, feeling small
Keep me wake, never off
4-4 when you
Dreamcatcher lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Swae Lee & Travis Scott)
When you come back in here, we gon' be like, ayy!
Trust me, bitch, trust me
[Swae Lee:]
Hypnotize me with that motion
Girl, you might even provoke me
To spend, spend all I've got
I can get it back real quick
Give you an experience
Like you've never had before
Dream catch you in your thought, yeah
How'd you get so fine? (Ayy)
I can make you go night, night
I can make you go night, night
You be down for whatever
When I pour it up, I don't measure (Hey)
Say you love me five-ever
Our love was sudden
Make this bitch jump like a step team
See my diamonds, can you say, "Wet dream"?
First let me close the bamboo blinds
She don't say my name but she gotta scream it
Dancin' in the strobe lights
With your eyes on me
I don't need to know your sign
Do you see somethin' you like?
[Travis Scott:]
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
Hey, yeah!
I can't take your call, I need face time
Rode the metro, took the bassline
Took all the good stuff, now it ain't mine (Hey)
You've been gone for forever
How much I miss your love, I can't measure (No)
Know you got another special
But just for this night, go up a level (Hey)
When we pop outside, let you take lead (Lead)
She just treat the dick like a jetski (Skeet, skeet)
I was posted up like a set piece (Piece)
Where you get these from? I can't take these (Down, yeah)
I'm the one, number one
I've done finally found my home between the moon and the sun
Every time we come around, just know it move and it run
Man it's crazy, all my youngins gotta move with a gun
Drop it down, drop it down, way you do it
Know you come from out of town
I've been stuck off in my ways, I've been workin' on it
On some on my own time, don't be waitin' on me
I've been zoned out in the days, it's an air burst
I've been livin' through a maze on my Fred Durst
Get that shit from out my way, make the mess worse
To the A.M., I make my rounds
Not a peep, don't hear a sound
Now you know if you ain't know it, now you know
[Swae Lee & Travis Scott:]
Wonder what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
Into, I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
Into, I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into (Hey)
[Swae Lee:]
Dancin' in the strobe lights
With your eyes on me
I don't need to know your sign
Do you see somethin' you like?
[Travis Scott:]
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
I know what you're into
durag activity lyrics - Baby Keem & Travis Scott
[Baby Keem:]
Freak bitch keep starin' at the Draco
Type to lob up all my summer, make my days long
Fuck up a bitch nigga in my bae clothes
Askin' question, all my friends are fake hoes
Double up, no triple six, you're typin' less
Used to do it nine to five, no double shift
If he don't share the ho, he's not my friend
He playin' greedy with the bitch, come get your mans
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity
Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench in my life, you big stench
You big stench in my life, you big stench
[Travis Scott:]
Your energy is triple six and mine is blessed (Ooh)
Thank God I put them crosses on before we met, yeah (Ooh)
No time we takin' off today, my type of stress (Stress, ooh)
I send them boys by surprise, they gon' collect it (Ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in 'bout two weeks, but how you doin'? (Ooh)
But this Bugatti cost me three, I ten-to-two it (Ooh, yeah)
Ooh, Jacques, you a asshole, yeah (Oh)
If it's beef, it's pedigree, my dawgs gon' chew it (Yeah, chew)
Takin' blues right after blues is how she blew it (Yeah, ah)
Ate the whole bag 'fore it got to me, she runnin' through it (Yeah)
Keep talkin' wreck when we do crashes, have insurances
Talkin' money when I'm on the Peloton for the endurance
I like IQ and she cute, so she special (Yeah, yeah)
And I like the way she bounce it, instrumental (Instru—)
I can't fall in love, it's fuckin' up my mental (Fuckin' up my mental)
I can't fuck with bitch niggas on the menstrual (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too good, 2AM, need the fade (Yeah, yeah)
I like you at 4AM when it ain't safe (It ain't safe)
And she with it, with the blicky when it's late (Late)
She roll me one, I dick her down, she tie my braids up (Yeah)
She go out, I go in, it's okay (Ooh, alright)
She keep powder on her nose, it's not no makeup (It's lit)
Bandana silky, on the braces inside her later
She need a light, she need a taste-taste-ta-ta-taste
[Baby Keem:]
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity
Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench in my life, you big stench
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You know I get it from my mama, ho-ho
Don't talk to your mama crazy, ho-ho, have a baby, ho
Give me top and braid my hair, not while I'm prayin' tho
Don't be eyeballin' your sister, ho-ho, smokin' mystical
Two hoes gettin' physical, huh, more like scissorin'
Kiss a bitch, no Listerine, clitoris flickerin'
Pussy taste like tangerine
You went back to your ex on me (Huh), just to flex on me
But that shit don't mean anything, quit textin' me
You got an innocent face, I stroke it
You got good taste, when we met, I left you frozen
I know you wanna be a rich nigga focus
You love me because I get the check and throw it
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity, huh-huh
Durag activity
Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench in my life, you big stench
You big stench in my life, you big stench
ESCAPE PLAN lyrics - Travis Scott
Twelve-figure estate plan, that was the escape plan
But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man
But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin'
But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé (Let's go)
We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant
She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay (It's lit)
Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay
Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae (Yeah)
That WAP need draining, just have it if you singing, okay (Woah)
Fuck that Birkin, she just need some encouragement (Uh)
Fix that attitude, she think she need a surgeon, okay
And show some gratitude, I put you in that altitude, okay
It's stuck like magnets do, I put you in that magnitude, oh, hey (Yeah)
I embrace the pussy, I'm not tryna embarrass you (Straight up, ahh)
Okay, I got a lavish crew, me and Chase the rocker dated you (Woo, Woo)
Me and Bizzy trap, I'm not a rapper, a lot I do, a lot at you
A film director, Helter Skelter, off the seltzer like it's juice (Let's go, yeah)
Twelve figure estate plan, that was the escape plan
But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man (Right)
But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin'
But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé
We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant (It's lit)
She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay (It's lit)
Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay
Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae
Niggas dyin' for the chain around my neck, that's Life Alert (Ooh)
I be tryin' not to go back in my ways, I can't revert (Ooh)
The excursion, them seven seas, I drop her off at Turks (Yeah)
If it's static, then I'm having .50 drop 'em off at church
Up early rolling up a Benny, she just wanna taste the candy (Yeah, yeah)
Prolly soaking up her panties, nasty when she off the— (Woo, woo)
Bust a move, I'm Marco Angie, I just went and bought a planet
Nah, that shit was never planted (Yeah)
Twelve figure estate plan, that was the escape plan
But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man
But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin'
But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé
We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant
She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay
Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay
Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae
Yeah
FRANCHISE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug & M.I.A.)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
[Travis Scott (Young Thug):]
Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)
[Travis Scott {M.I.A.} *Young Thug*:]
Cacti, not no iced tea (Hah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
{Incredible, icki-icki, in general}
I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh)
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese
(Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
I seen his face, seen it *Ayy*, yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)
[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}
[M.I.A. (Sheck Wes):]
'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin' man
Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy
Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
There's a lot I'm gon' spend
Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin
[M.I.A. (Travis Scott):]
Trippin' like I'm trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee
Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life
London city, left the town (Ah)
Thug and Travis be the fam
[Travis Scott {Young Thug):]
Yup, yeah, you know that {Slatt}
And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah)
Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack
I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies
I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit), it's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us
At 4 A.M. I'm phonin' ya', not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck
[Travis Scott:]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my
[M.I.A.:]
(Maya!) I be where the fuck the light be
Bangers in the system, it's
Bangers in the system, it's
Ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system, it's that
Bangers in the system, it's that
M.I.A
FRANCHISE (REMIX) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future, Young Thug & M.I.A.)
[Future:]
Haha, yeah
[Future {Travis Scott}:]
I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek first and bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm, no cap (Yeah) {Yeah}
I'm a franchise nigga, yup (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game {Two hundred million}
Yeah, I bought my first Rollie servin' 'caine, yeah
Told your main thing, shit, at least she can pour my cup
I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup (Pluto)
Fully loaded, totin' magazine, yup (Super)
Bitch, I'm rollin' and I'm on codeine, yup (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my checks before I knew what was Nikes (Knew what was Nikes)
Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like I'm Tyson
PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin' {Yeah}
Take that nigga BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super Slimey shit (Super Slimey, ayy)
Swappin' hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah (Swappin', yeah) {Alright}
Watch so froze, don't know what time it is now, yeah
Sak pasé, we shootin' with confidence (N'ap boule)
Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment, yeah {Straight up}
Ballin' like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah {Ooh, ooh}
Pluto {Freeband Gang (It's lit)}
[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}
[Travis Scott, M.I.A. *Young Thug*:]
Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
{Incredible, i-i, i-i, general}
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
*I seen his face, seen it* Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On the private flights, brrat)
Popped him in his hands, he was typing (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Yep, in my slime tee (Doot, doot-doot, hee)
Prince, he in his prime, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doot)
[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}
[Travis Scott {M.I.A.}:]
{'Scuse me}
Backin' out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain
In the corporate buildin' I'm double-cuppin' champagne
Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name
Tryna show all my young niggas how to start to believe
Comin' through with no top, she showin' the Mickey D's
After twelve A.M., come through with a special
Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels
Go Off lyrics - Travis Scott (with Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert)
(from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)
[Quavo:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
One more ride (Ride)
One more race (Race)
We go all out (All out)
We don't play
[Travis Scott:]
One more ride, one more race
We don't slow down, ain't no brakes (Ooh)
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
I'ma go off (Yah, yah)
I'ma ride tonight (Yah)
It don't matter what we face (Yah)
I'ma go off {Straight up}
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
I'ma ride tonight (Yah)
I'm the master of my fate (Ooh)
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off} (Go off)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off}
Yah, I gotta go now
[Quavo:]
Takin' off and I'm ridin' on the road now
Hit the gas, no brakes, gotta go now
Put my life on the line, yeah, it's on me
Blood rushin' through my veins, no IV
Ride, switchin' lanes, you can't stop me
You can smell the propane when you pass me (Propane)
Ride for the gang because I'm the chief (Gang, gang)
Helicopter hoverin', it's high speed
Chase, drive, straight (Drive)
I'ma, race, to the, cake (Cake, drive)
Flame, on it, no chain, on me (On me)
All of, us, became, homies
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
One more ride (Ride)
One more race (Race)
We go all out (All out)
We don't play
{One more ride, one more race}
{We don't slow down, ain't no brakes} (Ooh)
I'ma go off {Yah, yah}
I'ma ride tonight {Yah}
It don't matter what we face (Yah)
I'ma go off {Straight up}
{I'ma ride tonight} (Yah)
{I'm the master of my fate} (Ooh)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off} (Go off)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off}
Yah, I gotta go now
[Travis Scott:]
Nine-nine, nine-nine (Yah)
You're rockin' with the ether child in overdrive (Yah, yah)
Yeah, yeah, I-5 to I-9
We go all night, yeah (Ooh, straight up)
Double 0 speed, double 0 Chevy (Yah)
I hit the fourth gear, hope I don't drift (Yah, yah)
Souped up cars all around me (Yah, yah)
Hot-boxin' at a high speed (Yah, yah)
One lane drivin' (Ooh-ooh, yah)
Bad thing 'side me (Ooh-ooh, yah)
One more time on the road (It's lit)
One more time 'fore we go (Straight up)
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
One more ride (Ride)
One more race (Race)
We go all out (All out)
We don't play
{One more ride, one more race}
{We don't slow down, ain't no brakes} (Ooh)
I'ma go off {Yah, yah}
I'ma ride tonight {Yah}
It don't matter what we face (Yah)
I'ma go off {Straight up}
{I'ma ride tonight} (Yah)
{I'm the master of my fate} (Ooh)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off} (Go off)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off}
Yah, I gotta go now
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Gotta go now (Go)
Gotta go, swervin' in my whip can't slow down (Go, skrrr)
Drivin' fancy cars, boy, I'm on the road now (Hmm)
Automatic start, my Vic take a code now (Now)
Yuh, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar (Guitar)
Why you pay so much for yo' Nissan? Because it's GTR (R)
First, I shift it, click it, burnin' rubber like I'm movin' dark (Yah)
Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars
Yeah, relate to the stars
I'ma race you for a pink slip
I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin'
My adrenaline start pumpin' so I been stopped blinkin'
[Quavo {Travis Scott}:]
One more ride (Ride)
One more race (Race)
We go all out (All out)
We don't play
{One more ride, one more race}
{We don't slow down, ain't no brakes} (Ooh)
I'ma go off {Yah, yah}
I'ma ride tonight {Yah}
It don't matter what we face (Yah)
I'ma go off {Straight up}
{I'ma ride tonight} (Yah)
{I'm the master of my fate} (Ooh)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off} (Go off)
I'ma go off (Yah)
{I'ma go off}
Yah, I gotta go now
Goosebumps (Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott & HVME
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (Straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
7-1-3
Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (Straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all
Yeah, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed
Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the fuck up off me
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time
Green & Purple lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Playboi Carti)
[Playboi Carti:]
What? What? Huh?
What? What? Uh
What? What? Huh?
What? What? Huh?
What? What? Huh?
[Travis Scott {Playboi Carti}:]
Lil' mama, she loyal, uh (Yeah)
Lil' mama a star, uh {Huh?}
Lil' mama, she give no fucks (It's lit)
Bite it (Woah)
This a steak (Woah)
She a psychic (Yeah} {What?}
She excited, uh (Alright)
Hotpocket, uh {What?}
Appetite it, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Help her tie this {What? What?}
Help her ride this (It's lit)
Help her leave {What? Yeah}
Help her psychic {What? Woah}
Help her drown it {What? What?}
Help her ride it {What? What?, straight up}
Help her leak {Uh, what? What?}
Help her deep (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Couple Gs {Uh, what?}
Couple keys (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred Gs {What? What?}
I got her on smash {What?}
She let it go fast (Yeah)
Don't know what to do with all this cash, yeah (Alright)
Yeah, green and purple {What?}
Got me goin' in circles (It's lit)
Yeah, it's after curfew
She done snuck the work through (Straight up)
Yeah, it's controversial
How we make the world moves (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you said I heard you
Don't think I overheard you {Woah, woah}
{What? What? What? What? What?
Yeah {Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, what?}
Don't think I overheard {What? Yeah, what? What? Huh?}
Don't think I overheard {Woah, woah, what? Uh}
Yeah {What? What? What?}
Yeah {What?}
Yeah, bad line me
Yeah, remain lowkey (Yeah)
Yeah, fuck on me {What?}
Yeah, silently (It's lit)
Yeah, Jacques don't eat {What?}
No, Jacques don't speak (Alright)
Yeah, ride lonely {What?}
Yeah, drivin' with no keys
I can go do 'bout a hundred of these (Straight up)
All my fruits bloody like Applebees (Yeah)
Cannot be tamed, yeah, I had to go
Call me up Semi right up the road
I been up leanin' for nine days
I ain't been sleep in like five days
Night in the shuttle, we're cold as hell
You want us to win, I can never tell
In the inside, I dropped this
Look at the sky for ideas (Alright)
Astroworld time, it's timeless
In the back of my mind, it reminds us (Yeah)
They don't want time, I'm beastin'
Hit him with time for like me (Straight up)
Overly hooked up to IV, yeah
Open up the doors, ho, let 'em swing (Let 'em swing)
Yeah, link up like the rose gold on the chain (On the chain)
Yeah, Hpnotiq and tonic off of everything (Yeah)
Yeah, circles 'round your bitch, circles 'round your gang ('Round your gang)
Yeah, kick it like Cobain {What? What}
Yeah, green and purple (Yeah, what?)
Got me goin' in circles (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it's after curfew {Woah}
She done snuck the work through (It's lit)
Yeah, it's controversial
How we make the world moves (Straight up)
Yeah, you said I heard you
Don't think I overheard you {Woah, woah}
{What? What? What? What? What?}
Yeah {Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, what?}
Don't think I overheard {What? Yeah, what? What? Huh?}
Don't think I overheard {Woah, woah, what? Uh}
Yeah {What? What? What?}
Yeah {What?}
[Playboi Carti:]
How you pull up on that bitch? (What?)
We get the guap and we kick it (What?)
Shawty gon' suck like a tick (What?)
Diamonds, they look like a disc (What?)
I pour the lean in the Mist (What?)
I cannot handle no shit (What?)
Shawty just handle this shit, uh
I pop the Perc' and I kick, uh (Kick)
We get the guap and we kick, uh
I get the guap and I split (Split)
Split the whole thing with my clique, uh
VVS diamond on my wrist (Yeah)
My diamond not Tiffany, bitch, uh
Under no light and it hit, uh
All of these bitches we hit (All of these hoes)
Uh, fuckin' this bitch (All of these hoes)
Uh, shawty be look like a bitch (Shawty be lit)
Uh, uh, hittin' that shit (Yeah)
Forty clip came wit' the stick (What?)
Yeah, rockin' the shows (What? What?)
Got 'em like "woah" (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' these hoes (Yeah, yeah)
Dodgin' them hoes (I'm dodgin' your bitch, yeah, yeah)
Keepin' the pole (Yeah, yeah)
Got her on go (What? Yeah)
You know how it go (Yeah, yeah)
Got her on road (Yeah, yeah)
In love with my roll (Yeah)
Yeah, count that bankroll (Yeah)
Yeah, ain't lovin' them hoes (Yeah, yeah)
That's when I roll (Yeah)
[Travis Scott {Playboi Carti}:]
Yeah, green and purple {What?}
Got me goin' in circles {Woah}
Yeah, it's after curfew
She done snuck the work through
Yeah, it's controversial
How we make the world moves (Straight up)
Yeah, you said I heard you
Don't think I overheard you {Woah, woah}
{What? What? What? What? What?}
Yeah {Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, what?}
Don't think I overheard {What? Yeah, what? What? Huh?}
Don't think I overheard {Woah, woah, what? Uh}
Yeah {What? What? What?}
Yeah {What?}
[Playboi Carti {Travis Scott}:]
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
{Yeah}
High Fashion lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future)
[Future:]
We, we, we predicted this
You was ignorant, we predicted this
See how y'all at me? You see how they at me?
They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit
Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion
I'm high fashion, I'm on acid
I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion
I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic
Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic
Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic
And I'm strapped with that plastic
I love this music with a passion
Ah yeah-yeah-yeah
[Travis Scott:]
Maison Margiela blunts (Yeah), Louis Vuitton double cups (Yeah)
Designer drugs, you get seamed up if it tastes cut
Niggas rollin' like rollers, might roll up in dun-ta-dun (Straight up)
Don't think that I've had enough (La Flame!)
Cause I been on the binge
Scored a coke model, that's a high fashion win
Splurgin' in the mall got me spendin' all my ends
Yeah, we made it to the hills now (Straight up)
Coke costs a couple bills now
Yeah, tell me how it feels now
Tired of motherfuckers wanna be trill
Yeah, down south, it get real
Diamonds two steppin' every time I crack the grill
Niggas still hate hatin' niggas how I live
[Future (Travis Scott):]
See how y'all at me? You see how they at me? (We see y'all niggas)
They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit (We see y'all niggas)
Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion (Yeah)
I'm high fashion, I'm on acid
I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion
I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic
Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic
Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic
And I'm strapped with that plastic
Fly and flashy, fly and flashy
Fly and flashy, oh, oh, oh
[Future:]
Ain't no recession bitch, ain't got collections bitch
I don't respect the bitch, I might say fuck the bitch
And then go and fuck the bitch, I'm seein' a psychiatrist
The devil inside me, and I'm tryna hide it
This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin' it
I wear so much Givenchy, that they say I'm abusin' it
I went and tried to sit down with the Pope
And tell him I was usin' too much dope
The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the coke
See how y'all at me? You see how they at me?
They tryna catch me, tryna snatch shit
Fly and flashy, say I'm fashion
I'm high fashion, I'm on acid
I move like I'm on acid, and I'm high fashion
I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic
Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic
Oh, oh, oh, and I'm strapped with that plastic
And I'm strapped with that plastic
I love this music with a passion
Ah yeah-yeah-yeah
HIGHEST IN THE ROOM lyrics - Travis Scott
I got room in my fumes (Yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)
She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)
Now I got her in my room (Ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (Ah)
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)
Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die
Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah)
Case it's fumes (Smoke)
She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)
I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go, yeah)
We ain't stressin' 'bout the loot (Yeah)
My block made of quesería
This not the molly, this the boot
Ain't no comin' back from here
Live the life of La Familia
It's so much gang that I can't see ya (Yeah)
Turn it up 'til they can't hear (We can't)
Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill
Yeah, dawg, dawg, 'round my real (Gang)
Raw, raw, I been pourin' to the real (Drank)
Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP (In the VIP)
Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel
Ah, this my life, I did not choose
Uh, been on this since we was kids
We gon' stay on top and break the rules
Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas
Case it's fumes
She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)
I'm the highest in the room (I'm the highest, it's lit)
Hope I make it outta here
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