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

Wasted lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Juicy J)

[Travis Scott:]

Wasted or nah?

(Aw, aw, yeah, aw)

Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?

Take a sip, drowning in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head

I've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head

I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit

Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit

Now, it's pay up player, pay a nigga

Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accountants

Twenty racks to show just a little allowance

Only come to Houston if the boy allow it

Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main niggas

H-Town, don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-wit-wit it

I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan

Looking in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man"

One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker

Young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah

[Pimp C:]

It's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[Juicy J {Travis Scott):]

There's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor

Can't handle these drugs

(Wasted or nah?)

It's only real niggas that can handle their shit, man

(Wasted or nah?)

Yeah (Wasted or nah?)

So, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?

Make sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up

Let me see you up

[Juicy J:]

Is you wasted, baby?

One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy (Trippy)

Three shots and you faded

Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated

Four shots now she wanna do the clique

Any more shots she ain't gon' remember shit

Smoking on extendos, no clips

Project hoes going up in the Ritz (Trippy)

She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh

She just wanna fuck and drink and chief all the weed up

Sexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime

Pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time"

Shawty never been a hesitator

Got her going down on the elevator

Heard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her

Fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later

No magic trick, but I levitate her

With the magic stick, nothing less than great

When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone

Don't text me later, no extra favors

[Pimp C:]

It's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[T.I.:]

Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say

All the products of a young man gone the long way

From the home that he knew, 'til he roamed where he at

And the phone break up, unknown wake up

Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up

If he fall, will he fly? Sure, wouldn't take much

For you to find out, jump, if you took that plunge

If not, we're in the same spot, how could you judge?

How could you judge? C-c-could you judge?

90210 lyrics - Travis Scott

[Part 1]

[Travis Scott (Kacy Hill) {Chantel Jeffries}:]

{Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis}

Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

(Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021)

[Travis Scott (Chantel Jeffries):]

She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley

(Honestly, God bless)

Who left her hometown world all for that alley

Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties

(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)

Ooh, used to take the long way home

Long way home, all for that candy, mm (Hahaha)

[Kacy Hill:]

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

[Travis Scott:]

Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy

Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh

He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone

Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley

Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm

[Kacy Hill:]

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

[Travis Scott (Kacy Hill):]

In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley

In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh

It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley

(Baby's hooked on feeling low)

Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley

[Part 2]

[Travis Scott:]

Ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah

My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard

I'm worried you forget about me"

I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh

What happened? Now my daddy happy

Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me

I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now

All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now

Friends turning into fraud niggas

Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different

All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it

I'ma sell it, your niggas salary 'bout to cap bitch

Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys

Smiling at 'em laughing at me

I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked then passed it back, bitch

All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah

Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Cuzzo said we in the store', yeah, we 'bout to drop a four

He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo

Told my auntie put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down

Now you know you love your own now

Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down

I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now

Whole crew, I swear they counting on me

Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me

Houses on me, he got them ounces on him

Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em

Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses

I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them

Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order

My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga

Pray 4 Love lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)

[The Weeknd:]

Oh, oh, don't pray for love

Oh, oh, say it loud

Just ask the lonely, oh-oh

Just ask the lonely, oh-oh

[Travis Scott (The Weeknd):]

Pray for who lost they fate and died too young

Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love

Pray for my liver when I'm off in this club

I pray that the demons go away, they hauntin' us

Man, I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been living

Man, I can't take no more of the white powers in position

Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich

Told Chase we ain't going back, you know we gotta hitch

I mean, I'm aggravated, agitated, I admit

Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit

Contemplating fornicating, might as well fuck up some shit

They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist

But I'm just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix (Just ask the lonely)

If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick

Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz (Just ask the lonely)

It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us

[The Weeknd:]

Oh, oh, don't pray for love

Oh, oh, say it loud

Just ask the lonely, oh-oh

Just ask the lonely, oh-oh

[Travis Scott {The Weeknd}:]

Pills (Pills, pills), have you ever been through life's (Through life's), challenges? Promises? Promises? (Challenges? Promises? Promises?)

Get down, I'm prayin' (Get down, I'm prayin')

Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques

Let me tell you how I turned Scott

How I went down on the block

Waterfall around ten o'clock

And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah

'Fore a nigga had the locks {Just ask the lonely}

'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops

Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch {Just ask the lonely}

Every time we in the party, took it up a notch

Now I'm thinking 'bout this new girl, and she doing pop {Oh-oh}

Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box

{Don't pray for love}

Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX {Oh-oh}

And fuck CNN, they don't wanna see us win {Say it loud}

Mama, don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more {Just ask the lonely}

I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor

You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow {Just ask the lonely}

And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow

Pray for love

[The Weeknd {Travis Scott}:]

No, oh, oh {Woah}

We don't pray for love, no more, no more {Woah, woah, woah}

We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton {You don't wanna see no more}

We don't wanna see you on the news {No more, no more, no more, no more}, all alone

{Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no, hm, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just ask the lonely}

{Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just ask the lonely}

{Hm, no, no, no, no, yeah}

[The Weeknd:]

Underrated is an understatement

They tryna test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid

These niggas fiends watching all of my moves

'Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day

I'm right here, you know where I stay

And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way

She like my show lights, she wanna be wifey

She know that if she got me that she gon' be good for life

So I pull out for the climax, faster than a hi-hat

Sorry, baby, I don't play

And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin'

And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me

My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce

Like they sell that coke, boy, shout out to the Coke Boys

They never pray for us, nobody pray for us

Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, oh, don't pray for love (Oh, oh)

Oh, oh, say it loud (Oh, oh)

Just ask the lonely

Just ask the lonely, oh-oh (Just ask the lonely)

Nightcrawler lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef)

[Swae Lee:]

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, uh

Did you have the time of your life?

Let's have the afterparty at my place

Ayy, do you have some spare change?

On me, I've got hundreds I'll throw in your face

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, order more bottles, order more models

Order more hours, shots on an island

Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me

Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys

Dope, I'm so dope

All these hunnies pilin' on the floor

And we stuntin', know you see the glow

Throw these hundreds, thought I'd let you know

Since LA, I've been puttin' on

Cirque du Soleil, goin' on and on

I got this money, tell me what you want

For this money, can you drop it low?

Yeah, order more bottles, order more models

Order more hours, shots on an island

Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me

Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys

Mm, when the night calls, oh-oh-oh

When the night calls, oh-oh-oh

Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles)

Order more models (Order more models)

Order more hours (Order more hours)

Shots on an island (Shots on an island)

Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer)

The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me)

Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin')

So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys)

[Swae Lee:]

Freaks come out at night

We bring our fantasy to life

Point me to the ice

And I don't need your drink, high off life

Uh, someone kill the lights

I brought the party favors, just get piped

All my bitches right

But I want you and you tonight

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles)

Order more models (Order more models)

Order more hours (Order more hours)

Shots on an island (Shots on an island)

Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer)

The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me)

Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin')

So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys)

When the night crawls

All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol

All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all

Always when the night calls

When the night calls

We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol

All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all

Always when the night calls

[Chief Keef:]

Ayy, walked up in the bank (Bank)

Ordered me some funds (Beep)

Walked in the strip club

Order me some ones (Gang)

I walked up in the gun store (Huh?)

Ordered me some guns (Bang-bang)

Your bitch walked up in the spot

And she ordered me for lunch (Gang, gang)

I just ordered me some brunch (Ayy)

Korean spicy garlic (Ayy)

Bitch, I come from eating McDonald's (Uh-huh)

Girl, you know I'm from the projects (Ayy)

Like I'm a G, I come through mobbin'

Like Wu-T-A-N-G, we come through wildin'

I ain't chicken, Killer Caesar with the chopper (Bang-bang)

Boy, you don't blow no poles, I know, I know (No, no, no)

I got me some angles

I got me some money, fuck, I got me some haters (Ayy)

I got me some FedEx (Ayy, ayy), I got me some cake

I got me some UPS, I got me a freight, ayy (Gang, gang)

Order some more money (Beep)

Order some more money (Beep)

Order some more money (Beep)

Order some more bottles (Ayy)

Order some more bitches (Ayy)

Order some more money (Gang)

I know you wanna be rich, bitch (Gang, gang)

[Travis Scott:]

When the night crawls

All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol

All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all

Always when the night calls

When the night calls

We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol

All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all

Always when the night calls

When the night crawls

All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol

All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all

Always when the night calls

When the night calls

We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol

All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all

Always when the night calls

Piss On Your Grave lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kanye West)

[Kanye West:]

Yo, yo, yo

I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave

This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave

Nigga, behave, nigga, behave

[Travis Scott:]

Us niggas, we can't behave

We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves

Young niggas treated like slaves

This the moment I've been waiting for

This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for

Told momma, "Bitch, get back in the door"

I've been comin' up and down, a nigga can't take no more

Kamikaze over commas

Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can't fit in

Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins

Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it

My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now

The same fuckers used to doubt

All preachin' that they proud

I pull my zipper down and whip it out

[Kanye West:]

Piss in your grave, piss in your grave

Turn this up, teacher

Play this in the third grade, in the third grade

Can't hide from the truth

Now, we 'bout to go ape, we're 'bout to go ape

These streets is not safe

These niggas ain't playin', these niggas ain't playin', hunh

These niggas ain't playin'

This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam

Hop out of the Lamb', hop onto the 'gram

What the fuck was you sayin'?

Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave

I'll piss on your face

I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date, ugh

Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?

Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?

Huh

Antidote lyrics - Travis Scott

Don't you open up that window

Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah)

Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)

In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)

Don't go through the front door (Through the back)

It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)

So, don't you open up that window (Ooh)

Don't you let out that antidote, yeah

Party on a Sunday (That was fun)

Do it all again on Monday (One more time)

Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God)

I might do it all again (That's boss shit)

I just hit a three peat (Ooh)

Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry)

I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no)

My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up)

She just want the coco (Cocaína)

I just want dinero (Paper hunt, where?)

Who that at the front door? (Who that is?)

If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shh)

Don't you open up that window (Yeah)

Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah, ooh)

Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah)

In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)

Don't go through the front door (In the back)

It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)

Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)

At the night show (Higher), at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)

Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga)

Ooh, at the night show (Yeah)

Anything can happen at the night show

Everything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh)

Ooh, at the night show

Anything can happen at the night show

Ooh, at the night show

Ooh, your bitch not at home, she at the night show

Ooh (Straight up), fuckin' right, ho

Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show

Ooh (Let's go), let's get piped though

Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (Rrr, La Flame)

I ain't got no type though, only got one night though, we can do it twice though

Ooh (It's lit), at the night show, ooh

At the night show (Ooh, ooh), at the night show

Ooh, at the night show, yeah, at the night show, everything can happen at the night show

Ooh, at the night show

Anything can happen at the night show, ooh

Stackin' up day to day, young nigga

You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga

They hatin', they stankin', they waitin'

Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'

Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan

Callin' me crazy on different occasions

Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages

'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles

I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient

Over my niggas and these kids my ages

Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated

Like these two bitches that might be related

H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one

It's late night, got a late show

If you wanna roll, I got a place where (Ah)

Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)

In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)

Don't go through the front door (Through the back)

It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)

So don't you open up that window (Ooh)

(Don't you let out that antidote)

Impossible lyrics - Travis Scott

You the one, you know me the best

You the one I call when I'm stressed

This the time of the year I feel alone

This the time of the year you treat me wrong

Yeah, this the late night, you know the deal (Deal)

On a late night, nowhere to chill

Yeah, I'm on the west, yeah, I'm on the west side

Off the drugs, know I'm not the best guy

But you know I always get it done, yeah

You done had all of the rappers, I'm the one, yeah

Ain't gon' lie, I remember how it feels, yeah

I ain't gon' lie, I'ma tell you this for real

(What)

Split a pack of the woods down

Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now

Always come and go and never fail

It was never love, I can tell now

She pop 'em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up

Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular

With them painted toes in them heels

Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real

Far from here

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible

I wish I could do the impossible

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish

I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible

Yeah you the one, you know me the best

You the one I call when I'm stressed (This the time)

This the time of year when I'm alone

This the time of the year we get our own

I can't lie when I'm out on the west

Yeah, the west, yeah, yeah, the west side

And lately, I ain't been feeling the best

'Cause you the best, yeah, you my best side

Now you know what you're dealing with

Now you know what's wrong, what the feeling is

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Rastas rolling in Benz up in here

Bandits poppin' them bars up

Man don't run up the bands up make them gun claps in here

No fear, no fear, you rock, I hear

I'm gon' let you know that the man is for real

Yeah, for real

Far from here

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible

I wish I could do the impossible

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish

I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible

You already (Yeah) know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable)

And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby)

You already know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable)

And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby)

Yeah

I wish I could do the impossible

I wish I could do the impossible

I could do the impossible

Maria I'm Drunk lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Justin Bieber & Young Thug)

[Part I: Maria]

[Travis Scott:]

Made it to L.A., yeah

Finally in L.A., yeah

Lookin' for the weed though

Tryna make my own dough

Callin' for Maria

Lost without Maria

Might dive in the marina

(Ooo-oooh, uooo-ooh)

So trust me, baby, trust me

Trust me, baby, trust me

Trust me, baby, trust me

I don't mind

Trust me, baby, trust me

Trust me, baby, trust me

Trust me, baby, trust me

I don't mind

Trust me, trust me

Trust me, trust me

Trust me, trust me

Yeah, I don't mind

[Part II: Drunk]

[Young Thug {Travis Scott}:]

Travis Scott

{You know, ooh}

Thugger Thugger, nigga (Ayy)

Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

{Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey}

Call your friends, let's get drunk

Call your friends, let's get drunk

Call your friends, let's get drunk

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}, get drunk

Call your friends, let's get drunk

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

Call your friends, let's get drunk, ooh

Twelve more hours left for us in a day

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day {Ayy, ooh}

{Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy}

Bring your ass over here now

You know where, how I stay

I've been gone for some time now {Yeah}

I just want a lil' taste

Mix, mix, pour {Lean, lean}

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

Drinkin', sippin' slow {Slow it down, bae}

{Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy}

Drink so cold now, froze {Pfft}

Froze {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}

Froze {Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh}

Come on over, get drunk

[Justin Bieber {Young Thug}:]

Damn, girl, I be up late

If you want, you can meet me at the studio (You can meet me at the studio)

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night {Hey, ooh}

Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio (All we got is Don Julio)

{Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy}

Yeah, I'm guessin' this is new to you

Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you

Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie {Yeah, uh)

Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do (Damn right)

Let's lose each other's mind (Ah-ah)

Let's make each other's night (Ah-ah)

Take advantage of time

While we both intertwined {Slow it down, bae}

Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser (Oh no)

Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya (Oh no) {Pfft}

I know you stay sober {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}

I'm sure a few drinks won't faze you {Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh}

[Young Thug:]

Call your friends, let's get drunk (Hol' up)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

Call your friends, let's get drunk

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah

Press lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis

(Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy)

Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski

Yeah, oh (Ayy)

From the back, pull her track (Ayy)

Then I'ma speed race in that (Skrrt)

My mama still got my back (Ayy)

Pull down your pants, I want crack (Yeah)

I'm growing weed, this ain't trees, bitch

My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch

Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch

Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch

Drunk and in love with my baby

Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (Tell me)

Let's take a shot together then lay up like planks (Ayy, ayy)

Never ever do I wanna leave my lil' lady (Ayy)

Catch 'em down bad, now they gotta plan 'fore that boy wake (Yeah)

Told God if I get an iced out watch, I won't be late (I promise)

Every time I try to stick it in all the way

Baby girl be like, "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy" (Haha)

"Ayy, ayy"

[Young Thug with Travis Scott:]

Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

(Call your friends and let's get drunk)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy)

Call your friends, let's get drunk

Call your friends, let's get drunk

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

Call your friends, let's get drunk

{Call your friends and let's get drunk}

Call your friends, let's get drunk

[Young Thug:]

Call your friends and let's get drunk

Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy

Flying High lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Toro Y Moi)

[Toro y Moi:]

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes (Uh)

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

If you ain't up on my level, disappear, please don't reply, bye

[Travis Scott:]

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, yeah

Take a sip revive, take a trip to the down south, yeah

I be flying high, can't you tell from my red eyes? (Hey)

Took a trip from Paris down to Houston for your apple pie (Oh-oh)

Where the girls get way too drunk

And they got that in they trunk (Hey)

Now turn around and show the world

How you shake that rumpty rump

Say it, we don't fuck with cops

Oh no, we don't fuck with cops (Hey)

In my backseat, I got four freaks

Who love how my speakers knock

Don't bring no sand to the beach

All we want is love and peace (Hey)

We'll find a girl to bring home

'Cause we about to take a flight to go be on, yeah

[Toro y Moi:]

(It's true)

It seems like flying's all I do

(All I do)

There's no one's seated next to you

(Next to you)

In the meantime, I'll watch colors change in the sky

And I'll watch you go by (Get down)

[Toro y Moi:]

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

[Travis Scott:]

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty

I be flying high, it take long to get this fly

If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

(Get down)

[Toro y Moi:]

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high

If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

[Travis Scott:]

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty

I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty

I be flying high, it take long to get this fly

If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

I Can Tell lyrics - Travis Scott

I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell

Ooh, I can tell, baby, I can tell

You ain't told no tales, you ain't told no tales

Yeah, gone out of your way, you know we can tell

Yeah, I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell

I can tell by the night tales and the dry spells

All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from

And how we took off and how we on top

And how we won't fall, how we going up

Or how we came up, or how we came up

It all started in the basement

Was an attic but we called that shit the basement

Bass used to break all my momma vases

Unc shot my first 8 then nigga I probably wasn't eight then

Always had the gas like I broke wind

They said my way of making dollars never made sense

Come take a dive, a waterfall in the deep end

I can tell you 'bout the nights out in Fort Bend

I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell

Yeah, you ain't told no tales, you don't—mhm

I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell

I can tell, baby, I can tell (Yeah)

No, you don't tell, yeah-ah-ah (Yeah)

Yeah, I can tell 'bout the night tales

And all the dry wells, and all the long roads

And all my ideas before the cornrows (Straight up)

How we came up and how we came down

Going donuts, coffee couldn't help now (La Flame)

How we zoned out, made it out the wood now

And what it do when they wanna be your friend now (Oh, no)

How to get it, how to live and get it in now

How to go from scraping pockets, making his demand now

I been impulsive, non-emotional, staying humble 'bout it (Yeah)

Tilt the posture, sick, pass the bottle (Yeah)

Five-o-four hot boys

Minus the bad rap like Silkk the Shocker (Yeah)

But I'ma pull up the silk, to shock her with the silk

Nigga, you know I been a rocker, dripping milk and knockers

Take it up another notcher, take it up another notcher (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

I top a, pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about ya

I'll bumbaclot you, bumba—bumba—blocka shot ya (Brrrat-brrrat-brrrat-brrrat-brrrat)

Bling and bang, a bang a rapper

Bangarang, I brought my money back

Orangutan diamonds hangin' on my neng-a-lang (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

Bitches hanging on my dang-a-lang (Straight up)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (Yeah-ayy-ah)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (Yeah-ayy-ah)

Yeah, you got no tales, you ain't—mhmm

(Oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy)

I can tell, baby (Woo), I can tell (Hoo, hoo)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (How 'bout I come over there)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (All of them bitches can tell)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (All of them bitches can tell)

No, you don't tell, yeah-ah-ah

Apple Pie lyrics - Travis Scott

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

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

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

And let me show you how to whip that recipe

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

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

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

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

I don't want your apple pie, mama

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

Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana

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

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

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

Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas

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

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

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

I don't want your apple pie, mama

I don't want your apple pie no more

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

Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy

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

I need my own pepper, please

My own legacy, my own recipe

I came to get it nominated

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

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

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

Goyard done break your pockets

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

I make in one appearance

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

H-Town, know we gon' stunt

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

Look, bitch, this the Rodeo

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

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

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

I am everything except a rapper

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

Roxanne tonight

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Huh, que será, será, so the story goes

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

Tours and shows and groupie whores

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

Forever been the elephant in the room

That everyone can't wait to run and tell about

The head to the body of the belligerent militant group

That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised

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

Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind

Will he make it? Was it worth it?

Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo

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

[Part 1: Ok]

[Zona Man:]

Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight

Leaders of the new school

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

Trav, tell 'em what it is

Zona Man in the building

[Travis Scott (ScHoolboy Q):]

(Okay, okay, okay)

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

(Okay, okay, ay)

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Should've never let them niggas in

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

Should've never let them niggas in

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

Should've never let us niggas in

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

(Okay, okay, okay)

Let's get this shit lit poured right

Need my drugs alright

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

Four ways, now it's time to pay

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

(Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Now it's bombs away

Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy cane

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

Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little

Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah

(Okay, okay, okay)

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

(Okay, okay)

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Should've never let them niggas in

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

Should've never let them niggas in

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

Should've never let us niggas in

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

(Okay, okay)

[ScHoolboy Q (Travis Scott):]

Bottom bitch say ho

Know you on top when the top get floored

Crib where the cop won't go

Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice

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

Can a nigga hit that twice

(Should have never let us niggas in)

Got my first M 2012

Now a hundred K in the mail

Free another homie on bail

Money low, her pussy gon' sell

Tryna tell me money ain't shit

When you tried to tell me water won't whip

When you tried to say this quarter won't flip

Since Snoop who the other rich crip

How Groovy get the Pringle man chip

Walk on with a twenty-yard clip

Walk on while a real nigga limp

Black nigga green grass no golf

So on turn the satellite off from the set

Feel like I died on that cross, hang on

[Travis Scott (ScHoolboy Q):]

(Okay, okay, okay)

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

(Okay, okay)

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should've never let us niggas in

(Okay, okay, okay)

Should've never let them niggas in

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

Should've never let them niggas in

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

Should've never let us niggas in

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

(Okay, okay)

[Part 2: Alright]

[Travis Scott:]

Alright, alright, alright

(Balling down the corner)

Alright, alright, alright, alright

(Take the long way home)

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Jacques was born April 30, ayy

Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days

He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright

Mama said her son gon' be a gift

Mama said her son gon' be the shit

He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright

Mama coming home with different niggas

Daddy out there hanging with the killers

Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?

Feel like I'ma need me a sip

Feel like I'ma need me a bitch

Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]

There's blood on your face

Uh, salt on your skin

Your battle is done for now

[Travis Scott:]

Alright, alright, alright

Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright

Hit another lick and we gon' be alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright

Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright

Alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]

Completely available to you

Scrape a little off the top

Come, make your pudding pop

Alright all night

Never Catch Me lyrics - Travis Scott

She take a shot of Hennessy

I take a shot of Pimp C and slow up

I do this shit for him and me

I'm the next lone star to blow-up

Picture being locked in a box

Selling beats 'cause you need dollars

They say I can make it to the league, mama

500 dollars all we need, mama

Then we gon' be on

Tired of seeing the lights off

Pops heatin' up the stove

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

Couple drinks down of Rosé

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

The RAV4 turned into a Rover

'Til it took flight and ended up on the shoulder

Now our money a little longer

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

They gave me three, got twenty five on the low

Who knew that lump sum would get me on?

My fifteen seconds last a little longer, longer

I can shit all day, diaper

Call that eat-all-day; itis

Will I ever fall off? I doubt it

No, no, no, no

All these diamonds shinin'

All this gold on me, all these foes on us

How do I dodge these zombies?

They want my soul from me

Know that I'm gone, but one thing:

They will never catch me

Falling off, falling off

Never catch me falling off

Falling off, never catch me

Falling off, falling off

Never catch me falling off, falling off

(Oohh, ohh, oohh) Right

(Oohh, ohh, oohh) Right

(Oohh, ohh, oohh)

mixtape: Days Before Birds (2016)

• Black Mass
• Fish N Grits
• Hot Sauce
• Oh Me Oh My
• Ooo Nana
• Pour Up
• Raw Raw
• The Hooch
• Uber Everywhere (Remix)
• Yah Yah 

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