Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer lyrics - Travis Scott
Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin'
Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'
After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin'
Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor
Still rollin' up Swishers
Now it's Bimmers double parking, fuck payin' the meter
In your club, on your couches, got paid to be here
On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features
How could they tease us? Only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
Around 3 AM, dawg
I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall
Bad mamacita, Miami Heat her, put her in a two-seater
Too bad I couldn't three-peat her
Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper
House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter
With more stamps than a skinny nigga, got tats on my visa
I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it, I mean
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus
I might fuck 'round, lose my mind
Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus
Mamacita lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)
[Travis Scott, (Rich Homie Quan) {Young Thug}:]
{What, what?}
Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh)
Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh)
[Travis Scott:]
This the last days to the rodeo
Last night had me down in the back, comatose
Don't think sun shades and a pill gon' help
Once I'm gone, can't tame myself (Myself, myself)
Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita
You know I really need ya, need ya, need ya right now
She get freaky when the light's down
The shit's crack, no way niggas could pipe down
With the head first, got her straight out of the night gown
Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town
They got them porn star big booties
Let me film it, then shoot it, 3D money, no illusion
Depending if I'm feelin' bougie, might hit your line, bitch
[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)
Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)
Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)
That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita
That's my—
[Young Thug:]
Motherfuckin' girl, I love her, I'ma give her the world (Woo)
Ayy, fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother (Woo)
I just might give her my little girl (Woo)
No, no, I won't let go, bro, bad ho
She look the best with a 'fro (Woo)
Natural nat-nat on go (Woo)
Damn, Quan, turn on the stove (Woo)
Whip it 'til I have a stroke (Woo)
I do not fuck with America (Woo)
I get it straight off the boat (Brr)
Oh, damn (Woo)
The kush, it never make me choke
Slow down, I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham (Woo)
Damn, twenty-five thousand on an old school Cam
SS me, these bitches wan' molest me
Damn, they'll sex me, she a lesbian
She want chicken like sesame
And she tryin' to undress me, test me
Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? (Hey)
[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)
Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita
(Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)
Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)
That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita
That's my—
[Rich Homie Quan:]
Bad little college ho that I got on the east skirts of Decatur
(What you talkin' 'bout, Rich Homie?)
Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up, fuck my neighbors (I know they can't fucking stand me, nigga)
I fuck a nigga bitch and turn her like a table (Ha)
Ayy, I'm still practicin' so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God)
Ayy, still wearin' long socks and shorts like Fabo (D4, D4, D4)
He was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll (Tryna get some money)
Ayy, got a stupid bitch who'll do whatever I say so
Ayy, money on your head like a Jesus piece (What?)
Right now I'm higher than Khalifa be (Gone)
Bad bitch lookin' like a Filipina (Bad)
Ooh, you're killing me (Ha), ooh (What?), remember me
You (You), finna be (What?), deceased if you keep calling me
Therefore I
[Rich Homie Quan {Travis Scott} (Young Thug):]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr)
Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?)
Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my mama, mamacita (Woo), that's my mama, mamacita (Woo)
That's my mama, mamacita (Racks), that's my mama, mamacita (What?)
{Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita}
That's my, that's my, mamacita, that's my, that's my mamacita
Quintana, Pt. 2 lyrics - Travis Scott
[Travis Scott:]
I'm finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week, straight off finessin'
La Flame
Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (Straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me high (That dope)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Stack on black as True Religion (Straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin' (That dope)
I done fucked me 'round five bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (Oh no)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah they all finessin'
[T.I.:]
Man, here it go, fish scale, A1 perico
Fill PJs up with kilos, then sell it like it's legal, yeah
Everybody he know, could have gotten hit with the RICO
Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though
Feds had to let him go in a week or so
Still, still need the key to blow
Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long
Man the team was so on, damn it seem like so long
Ago, we had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
The people always run up on us in Texas though
Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though
Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams
Almost on the verge of doing some big things
Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen
And now he playin' 'round with fifteen or more, ayy
You know a nigga love nice things (Nice things)
And the price in the hood is too frightening
Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing
It's time for me to do my thing (Hey)
[Travis Scott:]
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin'
I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin' (Straight up, straight up)
How high?
Tell me why she wanna leave me?
She used me to get high
Oh she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me why she wanna leave me?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame, this journey, it's the last days
Drugs You Should Try It lyrics - Travis Scott
[Backwards:]
Chase the night away
I know you're getting ready to
I know you wanna move,
I know you wanna dance
When you're home alone in the mood
I try it if it feels right
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better
The night gets brighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
[Backwards:]
Chase the night away
I know you're getting ready to
I know you wanna move,
I know you wanna dance
When you're home alone in the mood
We up all night, from dawn to dusk it's always poppin'
I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options
I played the drums, she rolled the drugs
I rocked the club, we both throw up
We was the band you never heard before
You got that tat above your crack
And on your cat, you be right back
Your momma never know
We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones
When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone
I take that puff, you take that puff
You know we never care to overdose
I try it if it feels right (Oh)
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better
The night gets brighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
[Backwards:]
Chase the night away
I know you're getting ready to
I know you wanna move,
I know you wanna dance
When you're home alone in the mood
Shit, I try it if it feels nice
Shit, this kinda feels nice
M-miles and miles away
Miles and miles away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you gettin' ready to
Take the night away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you're gettin' ready to
Chase the night away (Ooh)
You love me, darling
Don't Play lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The 1975 & Big Sean)
[Matty Healy:]
Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No! He's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?
[Travis Scott (Big Sean):]
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Oh no)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Those niggas) La Flame
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up, straight up)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas
[Travis Scott:]
Know I need my dollars
Know a nigga need my commas (Straight up)
She was down when I dropped out of college
Down, she was down when I rode Impalas (Slay)
Played with her pussy in the Jeep
Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin' (Oh no)
Jumped in the car when she hit my digits
Don't want nothin', just to pull up at the projects (Skrrt)
Easy to me my nigga
Villa with a scene, youngin' always seen with a killer (Straight up)
Hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off
Ain't it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga
From the corner put it on for the south? (Straight up)
On my mamma, know a nigga be coasting (Bless up)
Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my bottles
Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my chronic (That go)
Keep ya head up in the air, my nigga
Niggas gon' be billionaires, my nigga (Straight up)
Fuck how much time that shit might take
Niggas ain't playin' with 'em!
(Playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em)
[Travis Scott {Big Sean}:]
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas (La Flame)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas {For sure} oh, no
I ain't playin' with these niggas {La Flame, you know I got you, nigga, you my brother}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas {On God}
I ain't playin' with these niggas {B.I.G Sean Don, my aura gold, straight up, you know it}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
[Big Sean:]
Bitch don't you play me, don't you try me
I need the exact amount
Look at my face, ho, eye-to-eye me
I'm a boss, make sure you and your homies dress up, tight attire
When you see me, ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it
I mean, goddamn, nigga!
You forgot where I came from? I'm from where you ain't from
Where you can't come, where it ain't none
Where these bitches is bitches and they ain't nuns
Where they hate from
But as soon as you blow they act like they been down since day one
Where there's fuckin' tank guns
But niggas never join the army, like it ain't one
If I ain't got it then I'm huntin'
I'm either countin' or I'm cummin'
Swear I just done bought that mansion
Treat that shit like it's a dungeon
Up at 5 AM still workin', but I treat it like it's one
I'm never actin' like I got it
Bitch, I'm actin' like I won it on these niggas!
[Travis Scott {Big Sean}:]
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas) {Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these niggas {That Detroit nigga}, La Flame
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas {La Flame}, oh no
I ain't playin' with these niggas {Those niggas}
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these— {Detroit}
[Travis Scott:]
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with these niggas
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas
Skyfall lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)
[Travis Scott:]
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy, oh no
It won't get me high, oh no
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'
Yeah, that's that loud shit, yeah
I been out on my latest trip
I've been drunk in my latest whip
So I might crash in that ass for real
Hit the club for the cougars
I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther
I'm just tryna ball, why these niggas want me neutered?
Got her down to her drawers, tryna get a little nuder
They just wanna hang like my nigga Mr. Cooper
I'm so 'head of my time, could I show up any sooner?
They said I fucked the roommates so you know that just a rumor
Have you ever got stoned with your motherfuckin' jeweler?
Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler, yeah
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs kee—
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
[Young Thug:]
The drugs keep on callin'
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
[Young Thug (Travis Scott):]
(Ooh, ah)
Look me inside of my eyes (Ooh, ah)
(Ooh, ah)
All of this pain, but I'm tryna disguise (Ooh, ah)
I'm it, like a game that get played by a kid
Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig
Diamonds water like I bought 'em from a squid
A1's what she get when she want dick
Black diamonds like I'm Akon kid
Whippin' I can turn a two to a six
Real talk, on Blood you dead (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)
And I still want that head like a lid
Hit the school, make it rain on a principal
I will leave a nigga smokin' like an Optimo
All my bitches they on gringo
They riding with heat, ready to sting bro
I got 300 bitches like I'm Sosa, ho (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)
My jewelry shinin' like some Mop & Glo
Inside her pants is a camel toe
I swear I fell in love with all those
(Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah)
[Travis Scott:]
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs kee—
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
[Young Thug:]
Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga
Zombies lyrics - Travis Scott
And the kids sing (Ooh)
Yeah, I like that, I like that
Yeah, kids sing
We will understand if they don't (Louder)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yell louder)
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)
Alright, alright, she take too many martinis
She slip straight out bikini (Straight up)
She let me grand slam outside the Denny's (Straight up)
How we gon' get Oscar proud if they pay us pennies? (La Flame)
I'ma need my dollars now, stack it 'til they envy
Ya feel me? (Skrrt)
The kids, they need that
I get that feedback, sit back, relax (That dope)
I'm on that relapse
Your ass gon' die if you blow my high
I been over Coastin', just was beatin' in my Lotus (Straight up)
All that loud talk like your dope, we never noticed (La Flame)
You ain't feelin' it, nigga, 'cause you sober (Straight up)
I'm ballin' in the game with players, you behind the coaches
Come take a trip on my lair by the Third Coast and
Come floatin'
La di, da, di, da, di, all the kids shout at the party
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more
(Yeah, I like that, I like that, yeah, kids sing)
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, louder, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yell louder, yeah)
You know when I was fourteen
I wanted to do a lot of kick ass shit
Yeah
Pornographic, so dramatic, cinematic
Diamond flashes, so Jurassic, dress so classic
Roll that cabbage, get put in casket, you dope fanatic
You the baddest, I'm sarcastic, we both laughin'
I'm the baddest, I'm out in traffic, four engine backin'
Stuffed in Suburban, twelve bitches straight out the beauty pageant
You know Reebok keep La feet hot, they be shipping package
GL 600 or the Palace, that collab with Classics
Tell me what you need, I got everything green
Money, money, money trees, I buy everything
That bitch need no wedding ring, she need a bean
That boy walked in mall, that boy he need a beam
I done fucked her twice, you bought her Fendi things
I done sipped the act', now I'ma leany fiend
I can do this by myself, don't need no team
I got all these kids and all these kids gon' sing
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)
We will understand if they don't (Yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (Yeah)
Sloppy Toppy lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Migos & Peewee Longway)
[Edna Wright:]
Darling, when the moon is bright
I want you to be holding me tight
[Quavo:]
Migo!
She see me pull up in that 'Rari
I'm thinkin' 'bout choppin' the toppy (Chop the top, skrrt)
Got bitches on bitches, they run 'round the lobby
They know that I got it (Ooh, go)
I got too much money signs, sorry, can't fit in my wallet (No)
Sloppy toppy, you can't touch my wallet (Sloppy top)
Sloppy toppy, know the bitches got it (Woo, oh)
Know that she got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it (What she got, huh?)
Sloppy toppy (Ooh, ooh, agh)
Sloppy toppy, huh (Nasty)
Know that she got it (Know, oh)
Know that she got it (I know)
Sloppy toppy, bet the bitch has got it (Huh)
Sloppy toppy, bet that bitch has got...
[Travis Scott:]
Brrt, hello?
Migos, they know that I got it (Oh, straight up)
Know that my wristwatch is sloppy
Now they want a double dutch in my pockets (Straight up, yeah, yeah)
Tell me one thing, is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?)
Girl, is you 'bout it? (Lil' bitty bitch, is you 'bout it?)
Gotta know before we let you tiptoe and run through the lobby (Run through the lobby, fuck is you sayin'?)
But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby (Damn, damn, straight up)
So she gave me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy goddess (Like the sloppy toppy goddess, slop, slop)
Over the garden (Over the garden, slop)
Over the garden (Over the garden, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, what a goddess
On my province, we don't do massages (Straight up), just ménages (Oh)
She like to talk shit when we fuck, after she claims she forgot it (Straight up)
She don't tap out, no tap out, she'd rather just black out
Then we take trips to her trap house
We been pullin' them stacks out
Call over your friends, bend over, they poppin' for bands
Can't stop if I can
No, I do not do beer cans, fuck is this, frat house?
[Travis Scott:]
I know that she got it, Quavo know that she got it
Know that she got it
[Quavo:]
I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Quavo!)
[Quavo:]
I pull up and pick her up (Get her bruh, go)
I know that she bad (Bad)
And I know that the head is so good when she got around (Ooh)
I know that we call her the sloppy toppy (Sloppy top, woo)
My pockets so sloppy (Sloppy top, woo)
I pull out the whopper (Rrah), the chopper
Just know that's who shot ya (Uh, who?)
Me (Woo, uh)
Pull up in that 'Rari I don't have a key (Who got the key, huh?)
She hop in the whip, disappear like a genie (Go)
[Takeoff:]
She got the sloppy toppy (Ugh), bitches want my broccoli
She after my money, Monopoly (Huh?)
Them twitter bitches wanna follow me
I make 'em swallow me then kick 'em off of my property
Paparazzi keep on stalkin' me (Flash)
Feel like the Federali's keep on watchin' me (12)
Worth a hundred mill', niggas can't talk to me (Hundred mill')
Get sloppy toppy, but you givin' currency (Egh)
I make your bitch work for me, she at the DoubleTree (Bitch)
Chopping strong, OG gas bags of that Hercules (Bag)
Removing the top off the Audi, do surgery (Ayy, ayy)
Red on the bottom of my shoes, it's a murder scene
I don't want your bitch, she a nat-nat (Nat)
Pull up in the Audi, it's a hatchback (Hatchback)
Kickin', pimpin' and I'm luxury livin'
Makin' it disappear, I'm a magician (Yeah)
[Quavo:]
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)
[PeeWee Longway:]
Sloppy in the wrist and all my pockets (Bands, count it)
Come here, lil' bitch, I want sloppy toppy (Bitch)
Butt-naked fuckin' in Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Her pussy wet, I call it Fiji water (Fiji)
I know she got it, I'ma beat it for her (Beat it for her)
Then I dismiss the bitch and ignore her (Get the fuck out)
They know I got it, I'm at the top list of Forbes (Top list of Forbes)
Blue Benjamins on me, no dubs (Blue Benjis)
Duffel bag filled up like I'm Money Mayweather
Boogers in my Rollie, Pikachu yellow (Brr, ugh)
Pick a shoe, Balenci, Maison Margiela
Pick a big bezel, which bezel is better? (Which bezel is better?)
My jeweler know I got big cheddar (Bag)
Double Lambo, double parking wherever (Ooh)
Double R Ghost, jump out with an umbrella (Skrrt, skrrt)
Come with me, we take off like space shuttles
Longway, Longway (Bitch)
[Quavo {Offset}:]
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it {Offset}, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)
[Offset:]
Sloppy toppy in the Maserati (Sloppy top)
She gon' get on top me, ride me like a Harley (Vroom)
I don't fuck with the molly, look at her body (Body)
She a hottie like a bag of Takis (Hottie)
Beat the pussy like I'm Pacquiao (Beat it up)
Squeeze the nipples like you milk a cow (Wah)
Pull up in the car that she can't pronounce (Skrrt)
Dick in her mouth, you'd think she got a root canal (Ah)
Thirty thousand for her Birkin (Thirty K)
Fat booty, shawty perfect (Perfect)
She gag on the dick and she burpin' (Ah)
She swallow my kids like a Slurpee (Whoa)
Good brains, she nerdy (Ooh)
I'm wonderin' what is her purpose (What is it?)
When I get around her I get nervous (Huh)
Little mama, she clean like detergent (Clean)
[Quavo:]
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it
Basement Freestyle lyrics - Travis Scott
Yo, uh
Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker
Dead-stock sixes and shit
Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh
Uh, by the bar (Bar), buy the bar
Bitches on my table everywhere (Where)
On the floor, condoms on my dresser (Straight up)
On my business, never plannin'
Never sober (La Flame), thinkin' blew me up (Up)
Body shots took on your bitches titties
Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third
Speed the fourth gear grindin' up
On everything, it's my year (Straight up)
I got it now, everything I ever asked for
We gettin' it, far from mama's Jeep
She never tinted it
She frozed up, I unfrozed her
Now come a little closer (Straight up)
Get your ass up off that wall
And go roll up that doja (That dough)
Tell your boyfriend bust that key
Go 'head and fill ya nose up (La Flame)
'Til it's over
We ain't lookin' for the hoes, where the trophies?
Grab a glass, go ahead, get throwed up (Straight up)
She feelin' it
Don't spill the shit
Ah, she crazy, she goin', she goin'
Gone!
Ayy, all this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)
Damn, I'm with my main bitch
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo' (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Drinkin', fuck the limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather (Straight up)
Ayy
I'm off a bean, I'm off a bean
See this lean, it's in my dreams (That dope)
Off this dope, don't wanna smoke (Oh no)
Off this roll, I might just roll (Straight up, straight up)
Let's get throwed
Out in Houston they know my name (Oh)
In MO city they know the gang (Oh)
Young La Flame, ain't nothin' changed
But the chains and diamond rings
Diamond rings, I lost my brains
Me and Ye Ye out in broad day
I'm on the 3rd coast
Eatin' Burlow with Merlot (Straight up)
I got my shirt off
Kickin' dirt off out in Bergdorf (La Flame)
She like, "What you doin'?" (Doin')
It took a path just to get me here
Don't give a damn if that's ruined (Ruined)
Later on got a ring, ring, ring
She at my doorbell, "ding-ding-ding-ding"
Let the bitch in, the bitch seen
Bang out, bang out
On the couch, on the floor, in her mouth
Camera's out (Camera's out)
Once my dick's in, no pulling out (No pulling out)
That's my baby (Straight up)
Bitch been doing coke since the '80s (That dope)
I'm a '90s baby (La Flame)
Young La Flame, you know he crazy
Ayy (Straight up, straight up)
All this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather
Damn, I'm with my main bitch
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo'
Drinkin', fuck the limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather
Backyard lyrics - Travis Scott
Aight, play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need
Blow that dope, don't get too high
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale
When you said I could make it this high
Who knew?
Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
You ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall
Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all
Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
On the south side of that H-O-U...
Hol' up, let's take it back to that room, no car but still had drive
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high
Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Now, my show's packed out like churches
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
That's for certain, I deserve it
Lord knows we don't get tired, been through more dirt than a derby
Mama worked for AT&T, and we still ain't get that service
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
And bitch, you can keep them herpes, go alert me
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real, yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high
Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high
Grey lyrics - Travis Scott
[Travis Scott and James Fauntleroy:]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Riding in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh
[Travis Scott:]
Around this time, was starving, no Ramadan
Yeah, mighta robbed you blind
You, you, you, your dad and moms
Yeah, keep that in mind
Fear two things: being broke and dying
Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride
No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside
Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind
Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize
Yeah, ooh
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Riding in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh
Grey! Yeah-yeah
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (Uh uh)
Grey! The sky is grey
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! The sky is grey (Uh uh)
Whoa-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah
Grey! Whoa-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah (Uh uh)
The sky is grey, yuh
Yeah, the sky is grey, mmm-oh
Grey!
Might be the last time I trip
I know I said this shit last time
But damn I never had a trip like this
Who knew a three-way on freeway can trip
With three hoes to a six-way?
Ain't gotta finesse out the midway
So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay
No more, goddamn
And Pops never gave me shit
But Pops ain't raised no bitch
I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch
Raised in a town where it looked so good outside
Like it ain't that serious
My nigga got dumb years doing dumb shit
Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick
Killa tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious
Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous
The nigga so good, he was so cold
Another lost kid, Mo City soul
The sky is grey
BACC*** lyrics - Travis Scott
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollars
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (Straight up)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (That dope)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (La Flame)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (Straight up)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her
Blackout nigga, deeper than a frat house nigga
Doper than the crack house nigga (Straight up)
20/20 Lambo, new edition
Gotta hit two gears just to back out, nigga (La Flame)
Been a hell of a night, but hell of a dykes cost a hell of a price (Straight up)
With a devil in a new dress on the 35th floor, nigga
God damn, that's a hell of a sight (Oh no)
Damn right that is, damn right she drowned my kids
Damn right, don't doubt, damn right
Damn right I hit it, anything I said, I did it
Damn right, only roll that gas don't pass that mid
Just treat a pint like a handle (Straight up)
When I'm with your girl, I hit your girl in the bando (La Flame)
Know I go commando
Know I need my cheese, know my cheese, know the nachos (Skrr)
Fall back, back, back, when you see me
You could fall back when you see me tweakin' (Straight up)
Throw that ass back, back, back, back, know a nigga might throw that ticket (La Flame)
Feds hit my block, it got hot (Woo)
But I'm back up in this bitch and I can't stop (Straight up)
Back hitting licks (Woo), back on that dirty
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (That dope)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (Oh no)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (La Flame)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (Oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (Straight up)
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
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