Black Mass lyrics - Travis Scott
Always used to pull up pop trunk at Chancellors
Yeah, growing hard
Falling hard, like a cancer
Yeah, always in the city
Always keep a dancer
Yeah, she playing in my hair
She gotta keep me handsome
Yeah, she just in the shower
S-she not with the cameras
Never asking questions
Never giving answers
That's the code, that's the code, to the masses
Black bastards, black masses
Yeah, on my 2Pac mom shit, black panther
You flexing one-on-one, one-on-one, Kyla Prattin'
Me? On my rock-n-roll shit, Mick Jagger
I'm in these Hidden Hills with M&M's, Kardashian
Yeah, I might need a doctor Aftermath is tragic
I've been taking all my doses
Keeping up and active
Rager ain't no major
That's a black basket
Mask it, walk on Nazareth to black caskets
Yeah I got the code, code to the masses
Black masses
I'm way up, way up, way up
Till Nobody can hold wi back
Fish N Grits lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Wale)
[Wale:]
That post "Rodeo" flow, you know
Folarin the genius, Scott the genius
Mm, look, yeah
[Wale (Travis Scott):]
Cartier, what your wrist doin'?
In the Ace with my nigga whip
Real nigga in that Will&Rich
I ain't stoppin' 'til a nigga fifty mil'
I ain't trippin' 'til a nigga hundred mil'
I ain't trippin' 'til I'm five hundred mil'
Funny, weighin' on the money
But I'm buyin' ice to let all of these niggas chill
(Never ever gotta write a will)
(Niggas won't beat me like Emmett Till)
(Niggas won't bite me like Holyfield)
(Might run it back on you, I'm in the field)
Hey, that money be comin' in, look
Money be comin' in, look
(I just left the "Rodeo")
Then she ridin' my jawn again
(She ridin' my jawn again, got up on again)
(And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her)
(You know I'm a stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner)
(You know I'm a loner, loner, loner, loner)
Smokin' that dope, only Cali could grow it
Doin' my shows, all the bitches gon' bump us
Show off my card, there's livin' with no limit
I could buy a house and a Benz in the mornin'
This is important
[Travis Scott:]
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up a pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this
Never seen nothin' like this
Yeah, don't make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit (Skrrt)
Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
Swerving, switching through traffic
Every time I call your phone (Brrr)
I'm picking up, hearing static
Lobby looking like Magic (Woo)
Living room on Stadium (Woo)
[Wale:]
She ain't too far from the DMV
From the DMV, I am the greatest one
I'm not a killer, boy, don't make me one
I'ma chill, I got a baby comin'
My partner said it's gon' be tougher for you
You ain't sucker pussy or fake as them
Real G nigga (Yeah) elementary, nigga (Woah)
Doja rolled in a Swisher (Yeah) Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga; Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Had to change the line a nigga wrote
Because America just hate to sees niggas winning
[Travis Scott:]
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won't you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this
Hot Sauce lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. PartyNextDoor & Quentin Miller)
[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
All this purple Act, oh-ohh, ohh
Right before the beat drop
My diamonds shaking, diamonds shaking
On a addy, I work flex
[?] come from [?]
[Travis Scott:]
On the screwed up, screwed up, screwed up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
[Travis Scott:]
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce
Hit her with the moves like Hot Sauce
One-two-three like Hot Sauce
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce
Hit her with the moves like Hot Sauce
One-two-three like Hot Sauce
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce
[Quentin Miller:]
Rain, rain, rain, rain, don't go away, yeah
We got more to spend, got more to spend
That ain't all we came wit', yeah, yeah
All them bills, get all them paid wit', yeah, yeah
Ballin' on 'em like Calvin Cambridge
Pray the rain don't go away, yeah, ayy, ayy
Rain, rain don't go away, yeah
[Travis Scott (PARTYNEXTDOOR):]
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce (hot sauce)
Hit her with the mood like Hot Sauce (hit her with the mood like)
One-two-three like Hot Sauce (aw, yeah)
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce (uhh)
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce
Hit her with the moves like Hot Sauce
One-two-three like Hot Sauce
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce
[Quentin Miller:]
Rain, rain, rain, rain, don't go away, yeah
We got more to spend, got more to spend
That ain't all we came wit', yeah, yeah
All them bills, get all them paid wit', yeah, yeah
Ballin' on 'em like Calvin Cambridge
Pray the rain don't go away, yeah, ayy, ayy
Rain, rain, don't go away, yeah
[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Thousand dollar trip like hot sauce
I'ma make it flip like uh, uh
[Travis Scott (PARTYNEXTDOOR):]
Oo-ee, like Hot Sauce (hot sauce)
Hit her with the mood like Hot Sauce (mood like)
One-two-three like Hot Sauce (one-two-three, I'ma)
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce (uhh)
Oo-ee, like hot sauce (hot-hot-hot)
Hit her with the mood like Hot Sauce (ohh)
One-two-three like Hot Sauce (yeah)
Shake it real fast like Hot Sauce (shake it)
Oh Me Oh My lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. G4SHI, Quavo)
[GASHI:]
Yeah, shutdown
Whoo, shutdown
Ayy
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
See them rollin' with me, yeah, they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side
[Quavo:]
(Migo, Migo, Quavo!)
Oh my, oh me, oh my, I know these niggas some small fries (Oh my!)
Oh me, oh my, I serve a nigga like it's Five Guys
(Serve 'em!)
Lil' bitty bitch with the brown eyes (Bitch)
She cook up the dope a million times (Whip)
And it come back to me a trillion times (Come on back)
Birds singin' just like
Ginuwine (Brr)
Independent, never signin' (Independent!)
Bitch I bought my own diamonds (Bitch I did)
Gangsta nigga, move in silence (Gangsta nigga)
I met my plug on the island (Plug)
Young nigga hot in designer (Hot)
Feds watchin', they can't find me (12)
We make the birds take a shower (Shower)
Free my niggas in confinement (Free my niggas)
These niggas lookin' like cowards
Mama said don't fuck with you, boy, you sour (Mama)
The way that I play with the white
You'd think that a nigga be cookin' with flour (White)
Got a sniper in the tower (Row)
Money bring more power (Ayy)
I got a sniper in the tower (Row)
He been up for 24 hours
[GASHI {Travis Scott}:]
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
See them rollin' with me, yeah, they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us (yeah, yeah), don't come to our side {straight up}
[Travis Scott:]
Come from the club around 3:30
I've been up in it, go James Worthy
I've been up, goin' up, way up
Thinkin' about it all day, fuck
How many more could fit in the ride?
Hit me, I'll pull up on any side
All of my niggas on M
All of my bitches off M
Open, open up, baby
You know that I'm goin', goin', goin', goin' right now
Hundred bottles, we get poppin' right now
Smokin', don't you choke on dopest right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh me, oh my, oh me, don't try
Won't you come home for a ride?
We can do this for the night
[GASHI:]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
See them rollin' with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side
[Quavo:]
If you not fuckin' with us
If you not fuckin' with us
Then say you not fuckin' with us
We don't wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don't wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don't wanna fuck with that fake shit
If you not fuckin' with us
Then young nigga don't even say that shit
If you not fuckin' with us
You know that we don't even play that shit
Then you the one we can't trust
You'll be the one we can't trust
You'll be the one we can't trust
If you not fuckin' with us
[GASHI:]
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain't even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie
If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side
Ooo Nana lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)
[Young Thug:]
Ooo mama, Thugger want that punana
Switcharoo, I know, I know what to do on her
On the moon when I take off on the shroom mama
Looney Tune flyin', whip it, what's your groove mama?
[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside, your niggas ain't here, bruh
Your bitch say my dick that new fashion trend, bruh
All this money, all these hundreds, damn it's endless
[Young Thug:]
Ooo mama, Thugger want that punana
Switcharoo, I know, I know what to do on her
On the moon when I take off on the shroom mama
Looney Tune flyin', whip it, what's your groove mama?
[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside, your niggas ain't here, bruh
Your bitch say my dick that new fashion trend, bruh
All this money, all these hundreds, damn it's endless
[Young Thug:]
Ooo mama, Thugger want that punana
Switcharoo, I know, I know what to do on her
On the moon when I take off on the shroom mama
Looney Tune flyin', whip it, what's your groove mama?
Pour Up lyrics - Travis Scott
Riding around in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop when you roll it
12 pull us over you'll hold it
You the coldest girl I been loving
You the hottest girl and you know it
I might just let you pour that for real yeah
Got a little, got a little trip
Got a little, got a little lift
Got a little, got a little lit
Man I woke up up in the middle of the night
And just fillin' up my backwood all up
As many extendos as possible
Money, money alcohol pussy weed
Everything on me weed and the lab-anos
Got the diam-anos, angelos
You get it vámonos
I gotta' know
One thing about you, I'm finna' menage you
You still give me time yeah you know, massage you
You might make me hide you, but
How you can but you know that you winnin'
You know what you wearin'
The [?]
You know when you in it
Come with more hydro and NyQuil
More Xan than a Bicycle, you know that I roll it
Roll it you I'm rollin' my pollie only from my coaches
Niggas know I remote control it
Money, fuck it, I need money homie
Got that money comin' in, outta the spot
Got it hot, on lock as approaches
Hop in my whip we get coastal yeahhh
Got a little, got a little trip
Got a little, got a little lift
Got a little, got a little lit
Riding around in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop when you roll it
12 pull us over you'll hold it
You the coldest girl I been loving, for real
You the hottest girl and you know that
I might just let you pour that for real yeah
Raw Raw lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
[Travis Scott:]
808 Mafia
Yeah
(Can I see the lighter?)
Yeah, you mean so much
You mean so much to me
You don't understand
RaRa in, put the RaRa in
RaRa in, put the RaRa in
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in
Molly and codeine in my Fanta (Yah)
It's a lot of dreams in my Phantom (It's lit)
Work for me, I'm so handsome (Ooh, yeah)
I just slipped a bean (Yah, yah)
RaRa in, (Yah) in the RaRa denims (Yah)
Take the raw raws off, (Yah) put the RaRa in her (Yah)
Kiwi pipe, (Yah) off the RaRa venom (Yah)
When you're done tonight (ooh)
Hop into your ride, yeah (yah)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (Straight up)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (It's lit)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, yeah, put the RaRa in
[Lil Uzi Vert & Travis Scott:]
You know my diamonds be shinin'
Pull up 488 just like, what? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm famous now, told my nigga hold my gun (Hold my gun)
Yeah, what? Diamonds, they cost so much
Yeah, smokin' that gas, I gotta hold my lungs
Wait, yeah, damn, you thought she was the one? (What?)
Yeah, ayy, told that girl to hold her tongue (Huh)
Ayy, yeah, my closet cost a truck, ayy
Gettin' this money like I'm in a rush, yeah (Damn, checks up)
Rari so fast like I'm in a Lamb (Skrt)
Water jewels like I broke the dam (Yah)
Wet floor sign, yeah, that be cautious (What?)
Pulling up, yeah, in my—
[Travis Scott:]
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (Straight up)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in (It's lit)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah (Ooh)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah (Yah)
RaRa in, put the RaRa in
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah
The Hooch lyrics - Travis Scott
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch (Yeah!)
Mix up the hooch (Up the hooch)
No, this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch (Off the hooch)
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch (Yeah!)
Mix up the hooch, umm, yeah
Fly done changed (Yeah!)
All in the mall, I ain't got no brain (Yeah!)
Doin' shit together we can't do again (Straight up!)
Brooklyn with the combo, I'll put in pain
Ooh, I'm back for another one
Ooh, I like the way you wind it (It's lit!)
Ooh, I hate when we're distant (Yeah!)
Ooh, she want a Michael, she don't do Jermaines (Hee-hee)
Prince with the hundreds, yeah, purple rain (Hee-hee)
Roll me up a Backwood, I can't do no planes (Hee-hee)
When I take a sip, I swear I know myself (Yeah!)
I can teach your ass the combo, don't tell nobody else (Straight up!)
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch (Up the hooch)
Mix up the hooch (Up the hooch)
No, this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
Feelin' kinda loose off the hooch (Yeah!)
Yeah (Yah!), loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch (It's lit!)
Mix up the hooch (Straight up!)
Yeah, Clark Gable
Ain't no actin', leave yo' feelings at the crap table
In the party, I got jiggas in my Winnebago
Only horses, don't do Porsches cause they're never stable
Off the hooch juice, ooh
Off the hooch juice, ooh
Pop two tens, that's a twenty, we just started
Damn, I'm sorry if I end up crashin' in garages
Yeah, think you run your city, but you're barely joggin'
Yeah, think I'm shitting on you, but I barely farted
Yeah, might just cop the 'parment, put it in apartment, yeah, yeah
Biggie Poppa way I hit my baby, baby, yeah, yeah
Lil Wayne on the bracelets for a Cartier, yeah, yeah
V. Live or V. Live I cannot choose
If I tell you the combo can I trust you?
Umm, yeah
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No, this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
Feelin' kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch
Mix up the hooch, umm, yeah
Yeah
Uber Everywhere (Remix) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Madeintyo)
[Travis Scott:]
K Swisha on the track
You think I should do this and drop this shit like tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah
Yahh, yeah, alright
Run it, run it, run it
Put it on repeat, put it on repeat, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright
Okay, it's late, yeah (Yeah)
Uber to your crib, I cannot wait, yeah (It's lit)
I've been moving at a race (Straight up)
Tell me what we going through's a phase
Shit I can't escape
All this shit I can't evade (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hate, yeah, they do that by the day (Yeah, yeah)
On these skates, I've been moving state to state
Fuck that lobster and that steak
I got mo' shit on my plate
Rolling in my Uber, that's just how I use my time
Blowing on that Backwood, that's just how I ease my mind
Looking out the window, hoping it all would be fine
Pay no mind, they don't pay no mind, yeah, yeah, yeah
Magic City they shaking that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds of Atlanta they be bad, yeah, yeah, yeah
When we hit V Live, I got that bag (Straight up)
Big Tho, DJ Eric got that bitch on smash, yeah, yeah, yeah
Play that shit that make 'em dance, yeah
After call me when you done counting them bands, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Please don't let it get late (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma Uber to your crib, I cannot wait (It's lit)
I've been moving at my pace (Yeah)
Tell me what we going through is just a phase, yeah yeah yeah (Straight up)
[MadeinTYO:]
North side coolin' shawty, yeah, that's where I stay
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick redbone shawty where I lay
Bad bih in L.A. tell me that she'll make the trip
Shawty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every-fucking-where pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn yeah I think that bitch from the 6
Shawty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shawty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, I Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Ayy (Skrrt-skrrt)
Yah Yah lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
If I take these Xans with you
If I take these Xans
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got all the plans for you
I got all the plans, if I take a Xan
If I take these Xans with you
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got all the plans, if I spend these bands with you
Would you pull up on a man? Do it on demand?
If I take all of these Xans with you?
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got all the plans, I got all the plans for you
If I take all of these Xans
Would you cancel all your plans?
I got, I got all the plans for you
Yeah
[Young Thug:]
(Hee!)
I'm swaggin, committed
Young Skooly, ayy, hold it (Hold)
Them booties, they callin' (Brr)
I fuck 'em, I duck 'em (Yeah)
Hah, I'm swaggin' (Swag)
Young Thugger, I'm bleedin' (Thugger)
Young nigga make it rain for no reason
Hah, hah, hah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a real beast (Yeah)
Lil bear, big bear (Grr)
Killer, killa
No wolf trap, kidnap (Swoo!)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Thugger)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
I'm beasting, neck glacial (Thugger)
I'm icy (agh), a penguin (hah)
I pop-pop the forty (yee)
I cut-cut, then snort it (yee)
Nigga, watch out (woo), baby, hold up (woo)
Nigga (woo), nigga back up (ahh)
Nigga act up (woo), you get smacked up (woo)
Nigga murk you, nigga shot calls (woo)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Hol' it)
Yeah (Hol' it), yeah-yeah (Hol' it)
Yeah (Hol' it), yeah-yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
That AP, that Rollie 'iantte
Do you see me? Not on me (Nah)
Homie-killer, kill homies (Swea)
You lil Jabronis know me (Knew it)
Impeccable (Yeah), I'm telling you (Yeah)
I bleed out (Swear), my avenue (Ice)
I promise, ain't tellin' you (Cash)
No story (Why?) I ain't flexing, fool (Swear)
Shawty's something to do (Swear to God)
But I'm doing two (Doing what?)
And I'ma do her too (Swear to God)
Got rich, got rich
Woo! (Woo)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
Okay, I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'
We jetpack that new Jeep, you know that it's stolen
I had to move on, right, that old shit annoyin'
I been had the fame now, she work at the door an'
I pull up, I cash out, you know that, I do
I nail that, I film that, she hate that, it's true
I'm in that, I'm missing, she feeling a way
Some prometh', some 'tanyl, some things I, can take
What's happenin', what's boppin', what's brackin', you know
We pull up, we throw sets, we chuck it, then go
We flamers, we flamed up, the side out, kick doors
I'm in that, she winnin', ain't gettin' out windows
I'm poppin' a Xan now, I'm Perc'in', don't vert
If I show your ass, perk out your shirt
With two Xans, you go now, let's wave it, let's go
On one-two, on one-two, you know what to do
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
[Travis Scott:]
Won't you come around, yeah
Diamonds in my town, uh
Bad guys in my town, yeah
That right there's my dime, yeah-yeah
[Young Thug & Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
[Travis Scott:]
X, it takes my pain
I've been inside and jumping
Rat-tat, lose your brain
Paint that bitch right through your brain, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
[Young Thug:]
I got latitude, I was reaching out the avenue
Capture you, beat you bad, nigga, battle you
Snake shit, shoot your chest and shoot your bladder, too
Ape shit, we go monkey, go banana, too
Difference between me and him is he gon' run from you
And I'm nev' gonna run, I'ma gun at you
Hunnid K for the teeth got some gum on you
Cause my wife is too bad, she the bomb on you
Baby, suck that dick until it cum on you
I'ma suck that pussy, put some nut on you
She gon' drawdown with me, got you runnin', too
And just for that, I might put a son in you
Put that thirty piece right in my bomber, too
Quarter milli' Chanel, and she stuntin', too
The Ends lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. André 3000)
[Travis Scott:]
2 AM, howlin' outside
Lookin', but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let's make it a badass time
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20 but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah)
No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah)
Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north)
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals
Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet)
Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya
[Travis Scott (André 3000):]
They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey)
[André 3000:]
To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hahaha)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm
And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh)
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
[Travis Scott:]
Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah
In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah
We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah
Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya
Way Back lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi & Swizz Beatz)
[Part 1]
[Kid Cudi:]
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Don't wet no more
[Travis Scott {Swizz Beatz}:]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back {Woo}
I can't get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC {Rack}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Rack}
Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can't get no rest {Come on}
I ride around with a TEC {Champ}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Champ}
Wearin' every chain on my neck {Go crazy on 'em}
[Travis Scott {Kid Cudi}:]
Woah, wait
It's summertime, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins, I can never Golden State (Yeah)
UFC, I'm tapping to my old ways (Alright)
I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze
Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ {Yeah, woah-o-o-oah}
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay {Woah-o-o-oah}
I be (Yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (It's lit)
Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
Oh so loaded off the pills so don't ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean
[Travis Scott {Swizz Beatz}:]
I need fake niggas to get way back (Way back)
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back {Woo}
I can't get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC {Rack}
If I take a sip, take the rest {Rack}
Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can't get no rest {Come on}
I ride around with a TEC {Champ}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Champ}
Wearin' every chain on my neck {Go crazy on 'em, we in the house}
[Part 2]
[Travis Scott:]
Look, boy, boy, don't believe what's on your TV
Look, boy, don't you sit close to the TV
Look, boy, seeing is believing
Look, boy, look, boy (Yeah)
Would it be unlawful (Yeah)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I'm down in the Meadows
Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I'm swimmin' out that bitch, Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (Yeah)
I just built a castle deep (Yeah, yeah)
In them trees (Yeah)
That's how I get them backwoods free (Yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (Yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (Yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (Yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
[Kid Cudi:]
Woah-o-oa-oah
Woah
Coordinate lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Blac Youngsta)
[Blac Youngsta:]
Ayy, Travis Scott
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, Trav
You know what the fuck up, nigga?
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, nigga
We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, nigga
They want what a nigga can't stand
I know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
But we don't give a fuck, yeah
We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck
If any fuck nigga get out of line
If any fuck nigga want do somethin', nigga, we can do it, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Travis Scott:]
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to
Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
2 broads going at it (It's lit)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up)
Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah)
Everythin' all gravy (Yeah)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back rah
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to (Yeah)
Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Straight up)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Straight up)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fear my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Through The Late Night lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi)
[Kid Cudi:]
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
And then we
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Woah)
Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?
Oh, it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space
Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, gon' play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play
Then we'll sleep all through the day
And do it again
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the
[Travis Scott:]
Day 'n' nite (Yeah)
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (Ooh)
Mhmm, balance (Yeah)
Find your balance (Pipe up, yeah)
God said it's my talent (Ooh, ooh)
Sprinkle a little season on the salad (Ooh, ooh)
Relieve my heart of malice (Yeah)
Hit my Palace (Straight up)
Stroke my cactus (It's lit)
Ooh, don't wait (Yeah)
Mhm, don't play (Yeah, yeah)
Play no games like the NBA (Brr)
Throwin' checks like the NBA (Brr)
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin' shots like the NRA (Drr)
Yeah-ah, she jammin' Travis and Kid Cudi (Straight up)
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (Yuh)
Shawty—yeah—on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (Yeah)
Ah, save all, take it right (Yeah)
Ah, take it all, never light (Straight up)
Ah, had a ball, had a night (Yeah)
Ah, after all, sleep good (Yeah)
[Kid Cudi:]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Woah)
Beibs In The Trap lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Nav)
[NAV:]
That coca
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
I just poured an eight in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch lookin' for a phone, I ain't seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
'Cause the main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more, your girl is a ho
You need to let go, she fucked all my bros
She snortin' the snow (That coca), now she's touchin' her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more, fuck it, I'ma get more (I'ma get more)
[Travis Scott:]
Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah)
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy (Yeah, yeah)
Help it, peace, peace, peace to– (Yeah)
Bite me, ride me (Yeah), strike me, indict me (Yeah, yeah)
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (Ooh, yeah)
I'm lit, light–(Yeah)—nin' (Yeah, bitch, yeah)
White bitch (Bitch), she thick (Bitch)
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Yeah, yeah)
Crazy Girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna text my accountant, ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up)
Won't you come to the bottom? Know you heard a lot about 'em (Yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring (Yeah, yeah)
I watched 'em take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Ooh)
[NAV:]
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly (Molly)
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
[NAV (Travis Scott):]
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more (Ooh)
Bitch close the door (Ooh), there's shit on your nose (Ooh)
She said she want more (Ooh), she said she want more (Ooh)
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more
[NAV:]
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
SDP Interlude lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Cassie)
[Cassie (Travis Scott):]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop—
One
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Yeah
[Cassie (Travis Scott):]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
[Travis Scott:]
Your mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat your ass
Man, what the...
You a virgin? You a virgin, huh?
Your lil' small, your lil' skinny ass can't even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that? Huh?
I'ma tell your mama
Sweet Sweet lyrics - Travis Scott
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? (It's lit)
Wah yah seh? (Wah yah seh?)
Run it up (Yah), all this cake (Yah, yah)
Bag it up (Yah), den come right away (Yah, yah!)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah, yah-yah!)
What's your status? (Yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (Yah)
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (Skrrr, skrrr)
I can't do no lacking (Skrrr, skrrr)
'Cause you're sweet—sweet—like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Yah, yah-yah, straight up)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet, sweet), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Sweet, sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Sweet, sweet, sweet)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet)
Like my time, like my juice (Sweet, sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (Sweet, yah)
Shout my town, shout my troops (Shout, shout)
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Froot Loops, yuh (It's lit)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop (Scoop)
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (Hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot (Make the loot)
Link up all my niggas and my Jewels, yuh (High up)
Link up, link up, yuh, link up, pour my syrup (Yah)
Diamonds, yeah, they link up, link up
Go berserk, do some shit you think of (Yah, yah)
Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean, lean (Oh)
Smoke all my shit (Shit)
Stop it, start again (Yah)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cau-, 'cause sweet, yuh
Sak pasé? (Yah)
Wah yah seh? (Yah, yah)
Runnin' up (Yah), all this cake (Yah)
Bag it up (Bag it up), den come right away
When I ask who bigger (Yah)
Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (Straight up)
Who you with, who your team, what your side? (Yah)
How you, how you, how you ride? (Skrrr, skrrr)
How you use me to survive? (Straight up)
Yuh, 'cause we up, lit at five (Oh)
At the crib goin' live, oh, so live (Yuh)
Eric hit the strippers, yuh, order V Live (Yah)
Order wings, told em' hold it (Hold it)
'Cause you're sweet (It's lit), like cocoa (It's lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah, yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Straight up)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cause you're sweet
Outside lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 21 Savage)
[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, automatic, yeah
Always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I've never seen
Won't you come ride with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens
And all my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside, goin' in
Outside, not goin' in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checking out, never checking in
We been outside, not goin' in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me
'Cause just last week I Rest In Peace'd a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up? (Ooh)
Was it for the image or for the pictures? (Ooh)
You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes
'Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor
Off the lean, it's always better off the lean
[Travis Scott (21 Savage):]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my niggas outside (21, 21, 21, 21)
[21 Savage:]
All my niggas outside
Pillow talkin', sneak dissin', get a nigga jaw wired
Beat your baby momma throat so long she say her jaw's tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' shit for real (21, 21)
Ten bad bitches suckin' dick and eatin' pills (What?)
And I keep that Tommy, nigga, I ain't talkin' Hil (21)
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill (Yeah)
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill (Kill)
I'm a real nigga, fuck niggas can't feel (21)
Plus I get inside that bowl and scrr, scrr, scrr, scrr
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt (21)
I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt (21)
Bitch, I'm outside on the percs, percs, percs (21, 21, 21)
[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my niggas outside
Goosebumps lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
7:30 in the night, yeah
Ooh-oooh, ooh
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
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 (Brr, brr, brr)
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
[Kendrick Lamar:]
I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I wanna press my line, yeah
I wanna take that ride, yeah
I'm gonna press my line
I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my—
Mama, dear, spare your feelings
I'm relivin' moments, peeling more residual
(I can) buy the building, burn the building
Take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more
(I can) justify my love for you
And touch the sky for God to stop, debating war
Put the pussy on a pedestal (Ayy)
Put the pussy on a high horse
That pussy to die for
That pussy to die for
Peter, piper, picked a pepper
So I could pick your brain and put your heart together
We depart the shady parts and party hard
The diamonds yours, the coupe forever
My best shots might shoot forever like (Brr)
[Travis Scott:]
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
First Take lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Bryson Tiller)
[Travis Scott:]
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play, its course
Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport
Yeah, first date
You ain't on time, you were late (Yeah!)
When you around me, you're safe (Lit!)
You can't go off of a hearsay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play (Yeah!)
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know
Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (Yeah!)
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (Straight up!)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya (Ooh)
'Cause I know-
Don't like what I saw (Don't like what I saw)
This life without yours (This life without yours, ooh)
Despite I was lost (Despite I was lost, ooh)
Despite you got flaws (Ooh)
Just let our love play its course (Yeah!)
Let you tell it (Ooh)
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (Ooh)
All the signs I ignored (Ooh)
I play love like a sport (Ooh, yeah!)
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose, girl
Won't you come over?
Let's both find hoes
Let's fuck them both
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
So say nothin', nothin'
'Cause you think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow
You and me, baby, mano y mano (It's lit)
'Cause I know, I know-
[Travis Scott (Bryson Tiller):]
Don't like what I saw (Yeah)
This life without yours (Yeah, yeah)
Despite I was lost (Ayy)
Despite you got flaws (Ayy)
Just let our love play its course (Ohhh)
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (All is yours)
All the signs I ignored (Uh, huh)
I play love like a sport (Like a sport, no, yeah)
[Bryson Tiller:]
Okay, lil' mama
I still ain't heard from lil' mama
We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college
But I called you and brought you out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
Gave me affection
Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction
Went through fuckin' you with no protection
All my blessings
Girl, you one of all my blessings
You think I don't care about you?
Girl, you better call my best friend
I got time to waste
Girl, I got time to waste
Girl, I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
To finish the story
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone, shit
God damn, you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em
Just call me or you could just pick up the phone, baby
I know, I know you're home, baby
Baby, I know, I know
Pick Up The Phone lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug & Quavo)
[Young Thug (Starrah):]
Yeah
Oh, yeah, uh
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah
Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger, bitch
(Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
I pour a four up (Ooh, ooh)
I call your ho up (Yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (Just to fuck)
I just went got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin' off and I'm gone (Skrrt-skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (Then I go and pour four)
Then I roll up that roll-up (Roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your ho up (Callin' your ho up)
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Yeah, ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Travis Scott (Young Thug):]
Never will I cheat on you (Yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (Yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (Ooh, yeah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwing that Rollie on you (Yeah)
I like the way it be freezin', yeah
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug:]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my motherfuckin' granny did (Woo)
Super Bowl ring with big-body Benz (Hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better livin' (Cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (Ha)
I'm fucking this cash, I'm not celibate (Ha)
I'm packin' it out like a reverend (Whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (Woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (Yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (Whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (Yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (Uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (Woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (Yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (Whoa)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (Yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (Ow)
Because everybody got a job (What?)
Because everybody wan' be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part (Swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya boy
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug (Quavo):]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (Ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin', yeah (Quavo)
[Quavo:]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin, baby, Home Alone (Home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (Hey)
She in love with the pipe (Pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice (Hey, ice, woo)
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and codeine, please don't take my life (My life)
She had a dream with Céline so I bought it twice (Céline)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl, you're so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike (Brr)
And I'm loving all races (All races)
Hell nah, I don't discriminize (No)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize (Drank)
Ostrich seats with the frog eyes (Skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby (Brrt)
Best believe it's only one time (Brrt)
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug:]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin', yeah
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Like, "Brrt")
(Like, "Brrt")
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (Like, "Brrt")
(Like, "Brrt")
I'm in the zone, baby
Lose lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Cassie)
[Travis Scott:]
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
[Travis Scott (Cassie):]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)
[Travis Scott:]
You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my niggas gon' shake some
Fall through and break somethin'
Broad day, and take somethin'
Backwards, I've been livin' backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes
Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
[Travis Scott & Cassie:]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never like them
Guidance lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. K. Forest)
[Travis Scott:]
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place (I roll up, I roll up)
[K. Forest (Travis Scott):]
I roll up behind it (Yeah), I wanna try it (Yeah)
Grip on your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' (Straight up)
You're from the Islands, you stay wildin'
I guide, I guide you like a pilot
[Travis Scott:]
Haven't been around this year (Yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears (It's lit)
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
Pump up, follow me
Rumble, follow me (Yeah)
Roll up, follow me
Pop two, follow me (Straight up)
Do you like that? Follow me
Nicest, follow me
Backwards, follow me
Practice, follow me, yeah (It's lit)
Hop up, it's time for a switch (Yeah)
Lightskin girls like their hair, man, it come with a twist
Badmon, badmon, yeah you know it come with a risk (Risk)
I ain't a bouncer but the way you bouncin'
I might just frisk ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I roll up behind it (Yeah), I wanna try it (Yeah)
Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' (Straight up)
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot
Haven't been around this year (Yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears (It's lit!)
To a motion that's more faster, (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop) babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna (Grrah) catch up, babe
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place
[K. Forest:]
(I roll up, I roll up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
[Travis Scott:]
You silent, you quiet
What happened to the loud talkin'?
All that noise, you done?
Are you finished? Or are you done?
How you been with your workout visits?
Got my 'scription
Got my attention
You know my intentions
You know nobody know our business (No)
God's our witness (Yeah)
Lit like my wrist is
Only like it when you're at your littest (It's lit)
I roll up behind it (Yeah), I wanna try it (Yeah)
Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' (Straight up)
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot
Haven't been around this year (Yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears (It's lit)
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
[K. Forest:]
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, grrrrr
(I roll up, I roll up)
Wonderful lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah)
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (Yeah)
Been a minute since I pulled up outside (Skrr, skrr)
Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time (Okay)
Oowee, got a feeling you might, yeah (Yeah)
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with you, yeah
Work that 9 to 5 with you, yeah
After smoke a pound with you
Oh my (Yeah), on a vibe, what a wonderful time (It's lit)
Hundred deep, all my niggas outside
Valet park when I pull up in the ride (Yeah, yeah)
Ho, it's late, you might have to spend the night, yeah
[The Weeknd (Travis Scott):]
Oh, I love my city lit at night, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, let's call some up and let's get right, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh-oh (Yeah)
We just landed in your city, go time
Driving to the venue like she's seeing no signs
She got all the passes, she don't ever do lines
Bustin' like she's single, she ain't wasting no time (Alright)
You cannot record, that's for the show now (Oh no)
Leave your phone, you'll get that later on, now (Straight up)
Pour that special drink that's for my throat now (Yeah)
And take a sip
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Oowee, got a feeling you might-might (Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with you, yeah (Down with you)
Work that 9 to 5 with you, yeah (Work with you)
After smoke a pound with you (Pound with you)
[Travis Scott {The Weeknd}:]
Oh me, oh my
Why they wondering who the kid sleeping side?
I been up sleepless late nights
Override, yeah, overdrive, yeah (Oh)
Bag it, bag it up, just bag it up, yeah (Yeah)
Wanna try this one more again {Oh my}
I been on the edge (Yeah, yeah)
Scoping through the lens
These thoughts is in my mind
Got me on the drive
Got me on the ride to a wonderful time
[The Weeknd (Travis Scott):]
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (Straight up)
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Oowee, got a feeling you might, yeah (Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time
Oowee, got a feeling you might, yeah
[The Weeknd:]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with you, yeah
Work that 9 to 5 with you, yeah
After smoke a pound with you, oh me
Rodeo (2015)
- Pornography
- Oh My Dis Side
- 3500
- Wasted
- 90210
- Pray 4 Love
- Nightcrawler
- Piss On Your Grave
- Antidote
- Impossible
- Maria I'm Drunk
- Flying High
- I Can Tell
- Apple Pie
- Ok Alright (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Never Catch Me (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Pornography lyrics - Travis Scott
Nine light years away, just outside of the Kepler solar system
We find ourselves consumed and utterly mesmerized
With a story of a young rebel against the system
Refusing to conform or comply to the ways of authority
He chose the mood of "Fuck this shit"
At that moment, the one known as Jacques turned to Scott
Chose to jump off his mama porch leading the stampede of lost souls
In the middle of their metamorphosis, not quite through with their journey
Ain't made it to wherever the fuck they gon' be in life
But wherever it is, it's better than here, so fuck you, and fuck this
No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights—, lights—, lights—
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me and come down with me
Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy
You remind me of my ex, crazy love
We designed our love around the drugs
We both in this club, we both tryna fuck
I'ma rub a dub, tryna get a nut
No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights blinding me
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me and come down with me
Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy
The story of the bastard was never told
The soul of a bastard was never sold
Will he survive, or will he fold up?
Living like a bronco, lifestyle wild and untamed
Sit sip at the top, a long list of no named
Misfits can't wait to get a chance to say "Fuck you"
To the ones who say "Fuck you"
'Til you doing ya thing, codeine and cocaine cartels
Who leads the charge of this young mob?
La Flame, he hears in his head, "The world is yours" (Yours, yours)
Wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes in the farms, might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might need to move to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish
It's the rodeo, time to get started
Houston nigga goin' James Harden
They was wildin' on us niggas in the projects
Wonder why a nigga went cold-hearted
They wanna put my soul up on an auction
But I'ma make 'em take the fall like August
And they gon' vote me right in on my caucus
And I'ma show these niggas how to get lawless
Why your hands out, asking could you hold one?
Who do I owe? Nigga, no one
They bigging you up but you low down
Animated acting frozen
I got porno pics, wish I can post them
Stackin' Franklins, I can't fold 'em
Niggas askin' for the old him
But I'm way too young to be the old him
I'ma make this shit crack Lamar Odom
'Til I climb to the top of the podium
So wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes, niggas on the farm, might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might move out to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish
We gon' rule the world, we gon' rule the world
We gon' rule the world, hmm
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never ever gonna stop it!
La Flame says, "Let your ambition carry you"
Oh My Dis Side lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Quavo)
[Part I: Oh My]
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, yeah)
Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh)
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time (Ooh), broad day
I've been popping pills (Ooh), pouring syrup (Ooh), every day
Cuzo hanging at my aunty house (Bando) selling ye (Uh)
I got shooters dressed in camo (Grra)
Oh my (Ooh)
I've been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping
I've been flipping, flipping, syrup sipping (Flipping)
Water whippin' (Whippin')
Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my (Woo)
I might end up on a couch now (Gah), oh my
I'm on a flight now (Yeah), oh my
L.A., at another couch now (Uh), oh my
(I'm counting up nothing but Benjamins right now. Money)
Oh my
I'm on a flight now (Woo), we so high
'Bout to get some cash now (Cash), oh my
Got my momma that new house now (Momma), oh my
Now she cannot kick me out now (No), oh my
I've been up for a long time (La Flame), oh my (Oh my)
Woo!
Oh my, oh my (Uh)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, oh my)
I've been up for a long time (Long time), oh my (Oh my)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, uh, go)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my)
Oh my (Uh), oh my (Oh my)
I've been up for a long time, oh my (Long time)
Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh-ooh)
[Part II: Dis Side]
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Wow, wow, wow, wow
Let me tell you a little story about this side (This side)
You really can't make it on this side (This side)
Lot of lone stars on this side (This side)
I feel a lot at home on this side (Ooh)
Ball 'til we fall on this side (Ooh)
Lit late night on this side (Ooh)
You never come around past midnight (Ooh)
You miss everything on this side
This side (This side), this side (This side)
This side, this side, this side, this side (Uh)
This side (Woo), this side (Ooh)
This side, this side, yeah
[Travis Scott (River Tiber) {Quavo}:]
I made a lot of money on this side (Ooh)
Lost a lot of money on this side (Ooh)
Had my first kiss on this side (Ooh)
Learned a lot of shit about this side (Ooh)
Lately I been thinking 'bout this side (Ooh)
Tryna get back on this side (Ooh)
Tryna get back what's been mine (Ooh)
I gotta get back on this side
Really miss the feeling of the late nights {Late nights}
Shit we used to do around midnight {Midnight}
Hangin' on the corner, had shit tight {Shit tight}
Doin' all the drugs, had to get right {Get right}
If I could get my partner back it would be nice {Be nice}
He would shoot the one, wouldn't think twice {Shoot the one}
He was too involved with the street life {Street life}
Only way to live on this side {This side}
This side (This side), this side (This side)
This side, this side, this side, this side {Oh}
This side (This side), this side (Oh)
This side, this side, this side {Migo!}
[Quavo:]
Young rich nigga from the Northside
Paid my dues on this side
Flippin' the bricks on this side
I made it out the hood, I'm on the other side
All my niggas on this side (This side)
Keep it one hundred on this side
Love to get money on this side
No new niggas on this side (This side)
Look at my diamonds, don't get blind (Don't get blind)
You better handcuff your ho with a zip tie (Cuff)
'Cause we'll take her, bust her down on this side (Woo)
Broke niggas stand to the left side
Handsome and wealthy on this side
I came from the bottom
And now I'm on top, that's phenomenal (Phenomenal)
This side, this side, this side, this side
If I did not make it, I wonder where I would go (Oh!)
This side, this side (This side), this side (Uh)
Graduated from the midget (Woah)
This the life I was livin' (Woah)
Graduated to a million (Woah)
It's the money that I'm gettin' (Woah)
Graduated from a hotbox
Now I'm ridin' 'round in a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt)
This how we do it on
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
This side, this side (Woo), this side (Uh)
Always, always this side
This side, this side, this side
That's right, that's right
You never come around past midnight
Midnight, midnight
You know how I like my lean poured right
Just right, on this side
Find everything you need, everything you need on this side
This side, this side, this side, this side
3500 lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 2 Chainz & Future)
[Future:]
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
Fuck niggas, they scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot
Yah, these niggas is scared
[Travis Scott:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!)
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!)
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
(Only trill niggas I know)
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh no!)
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score!)
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public (Straight up!)
Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Woo!)
All these cups and damn, all these hoes
These niggas up to somethin' (Oah!)
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!)
It's trill niggas, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Woo!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah!)
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord! (Good lord! Ooh)
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Future (Travis Scott):]
Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas some marks and you ain't got no heart
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
I'm counting, I'm dripping, I'm fiending
I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas
Stack up a mil', nigga like it's a lil' nigga
This for the one who gon' load up that K for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me
This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God he bring me Actavis
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I'm proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy
[Travis Scott (2 Chainz):]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Yeahhh)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz)
[2 Chainz:]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room (Ooh)
I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em)
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me to put the mink up (I did)
Forgiattos on the Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa)
I do shit that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug (Damn)
I was born with some nappy hair
Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah)
Real niggas my radius (Yeah)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Trill niggas on the song with me
If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter (I will!)
In a black Mercedes with her (Skrrt)
Doin' about 180 with her (Skrrt)
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident, all elegant (Elegant)
Leather shit in my front yard (Swear)
TV by my swimming pool (Swear)
Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy)
Chevelle with a new motor (Err)
Got the bitch like a sports car (Yeah)
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi (Oh)
I don't fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah!)
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station (I did)
Call momma's house the Jag station (Haha)
Emoji, sad faces (Damn)
Look at these niggas (Look!)
I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas
[Travis Scott {2 Chainz}:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow {Punkass}
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat {3500}
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know {Real shit only here}
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Definitely}
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Definitely}
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Ooh}
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Future (Travis Scott):]
Ain't nobody triller than me, ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill man, I'm takin' their spot, yah, we ride on a yacht
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
[Travis Scott:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
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