DELRESTO (ECHOES) lyrics - Beyoncé & Travis Scott (feat. Bon Iver)

I believe, I believe in love

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Statues in the next room

Billions in escrow (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

Bulletproof the whole thing

Ignore the dress code

Step into the ballroom

So hard to let go (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

Things that never give life

I can see the echoes

Ridin' through the thunder

Tryna see the summer (It's the echoes that I wait for)

(It's the echoes that I'm made for)

Recognize the restaurant

Recognize the let go

Breakin' through the echoes (Made for)

Breathin' through the echo (Walk)

It's only echoes (Walk) I escape for (Walk)

Only echoes (Walk) on the return (Walk)

Walkin' on (Walk) the numbers (Walk)

Stay the night

It's the let go (Walk)

The let go (Walk)

The let go (Walk)

The let go (Walk)

That I wait for (Walk)

I wait for (Walk)

I wait for (Walk)

I wait for (Walk)

You

Watchin', watchin', watchin' you get the medical

Isn't that your ways to skip hospitable?

Infected with your vaccine, this ain't critical

Only live with the green light (Dom, dom, dom, dom)

The starry nights are startin' to fade (C'mon)

At times for miles I see your face, mm-mm

I drive, I drive alone, you wait

You're tired, you're tired, tired, baby

You wait

Drivin' reckless through the storm and

'Cause you a breakfast in the morning

My nights is abnormal, advice ain't informal

I didn't try to warn before they went and swarmed you

The height we made is paranormal

We shake and wake up to paranoia

Won't let it destroy you, won't let it annoy you

I'm tryin' to enjoy it in front of the foyer

We can't seem to break (Ah) it out the logical

To see it in the day, you gotta free your soul (Breakin' through the egg yolk)

You wanna reign supreme and never let you go

We filmin' live from the kingdom-dom-dom-dom-dom (Ah)

Only echoes that I wait for (Ah)

Only echo on the return

Walkin' on the mountains (Walk), I climb (Walk)

It's the echoes (Walk) that I wait for (Walk)

It's the echoes (Walk), on the return (Walk)

Stay the night

It's the let go (Walk)

The let go (Walk)

The let go (Walk)

The let go (Walk)

That I wait for (Walk)

I wait for (Walk)

I wait for (Walk)

I wait for (Walk)

For you

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Hey, now, you will report to me

Hey, now, you will report to me

Hey, now, hey, now

Hey, now, you will report to me

Hey, now, you will report to me

Hey, now, hey, now, you will report to me

I KNOW ? lyrics - Travis Scott

Tell me, is you still up? (Up)

It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now

Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit)

One of one, I'm in the zone right now

Tell me, am I still? (Mm)

Tellin' you just how I feel right now

You said it's just the drugs and I know

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

I lied too, way before (Let's go), before

Before I had you right inside my arms

But then again, I could be drunk (It's lit, yeah)

Baby, I don't wanna sound righteous (Yeah)

I got twenty bitches suckin' like bisons

I just eeny, meeny, miney, roll the dices, I pick her (Pop it, pop it)

She ain't even really my type, and I hear

She been losin' herself to the night shift

She been losin' herself and I get, oh, girl, yeah, I get it

Yeah, yeah, you've been fightin' for your shot

And you've been searchin' for your spot

Girl, I feel it, yeah, girl, I feel it, yeah

Oh, you think you got your groove

But you want someone like you (Let—)

Tell me, is you still up? (Up)

It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now

Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit)

One of one, I'm in the zone right now

Tell me, am I still? (Mm)

Tellin' you just how I feel right now

You said it's just the drugs and I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Ooh, it's the kid, know it, damn it)

I lied too, way before, before (How they feelin', how they feelin' right here, ooh)

Before I had you right inside my arms (Feelin' like some money tonight)

But then again, I could be drunk (Yeah)

I know, mami, I know (Know), it's 2 AM, don't stress (Stress)

At three, that bullshit kick in, in thirty, you'll feel your best

I turned my whole spot to crucial, it's crucial, the way I left (It's lit)

Upstairs is like a low, my new bitches be the best (Let's go)

I'm lookin' at her, when her startin' to turn into you (Her)

Now you startin' to fuck up my mind, is it you, is it her?

We brought Booby Trap to the 'burbs

F29 is my address, in case you ain't heard

It's floodin' upstairs, it's a leak

I don't make it squeak, make it squirt

I make this shit beat, bon appétit when I feast

Slippin' and slide through the streets

It takes a finesse, especially in this Cabriolet Jeep

Engine make it hard to creep

Just leave the gate open, through the side door, I'ma creep (Ooh, ooh)

Are you by the Turrell? And are the kids downstairs asleep?

And are you upstairs by yourself? A minute from there

Is there some room for me? Baby, do tell, do tell

Tell me, is you still up? (Up)

It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now

Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit)

One of one, I'm in the zone right now

Tell me, am I still? (Mm)

Tellin' you just how I feel right now

You said it's just the drugs and I know

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

I lied too, way before (Let's go), before

Before I had you right inside my arms

But then again, I could be drunk

TOPIA TWINS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 21 Savage & Rob49)

Twin bitches, twin bitches

Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski (Yeah)

Twin bitches, twin bitches

Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski

Yeah, it's so hard to hide I'm a dawg, nigga, I make a mistake and show it

Way I shoot my shot at all these hoes, I fuck my shoulder up

Travis, what if they twins and they siamese but they wanna fuck us both? (Yeah)

Buy her what she want, and suck her toes, I'm tryna make her cum

Told her "Throw it back and put that pussy on me" (Yeah)

Told her "Sit it on this dick", I took the glizzy on me

And you know this life been busy, man, I'm busy, homie

And I come through, throw a pack, she never leave me lonely (Yeah, yeah)

I can't do no cuddles, can't stay to the mornin' (Can't stay to the mornin')

She an angel in the streets, a demon undercover (Yeah)

Lie to shawty like I hate her, fuck her like I love her (Fuck her like I love her)

I be stuntin' like my daddy, I'm from New Orleans project

Yeah

Sittin' sideways with a drink while I think

Bitches get cold in the summer, keep a mink

Tell me what you do it for, better not think

Another nigga do it for her, before you blink

Highway, movin' right behind me, a fleet

If she get too annoyin', find a beach

Twin bitches, twin bitches

Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski

Twin bitches (21), twin Dracs

Twin Glocks, twin jets (21)

Tired of planes, I don't ride prop

Slow stroke (Perfect) from the back, I been drinkin' Wock

X-rays, CAT scans, nigga, ask my opps (21)

Ten bad bitches in the studio, they all props (Perfect)

Treat them niggas like Whitney Radio, they all pop

Should've got some lypo, she got shots, now her ass dropped

Slime sittin' in the cell, I bet he comin' home like Pac (On God)

She give me wet mouth, I need a mop

I don't want that clean head, lil' bitch, I want that slop (21)

She can't bring her phone, ain't no givin' out my drop

Rockin Lanvins when I step on nigga's blocks (On God)

Need a dealer license, all these cars I done copped

They keep lookin' for a hit, but it's goin' down like Ja (21)

Oh, he think he tough? He just actin', he The Rock (Yeah)

Amazon Prime, give me two days, I bet he drop (Pussy)

Sittin' sideways with a drink while I think

Bitches get cold in the summer, keep a mink

Tell me what you do it for, better not think

Another nigga do it for her, before you blink

Highway, movin' right behind me, a fleet

If she get too annoyin', find a beach

Twin bitches, twin bitches

Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski

It's not electric, this shit gassed up, can you catch it? (Skrr)

The Virgil jetski, one of one-fifty, check the leverage

Got two twins, they top tier, that's my favorite fetish

Deep in the throat 'til she tear, I'm her favorite beverage (Straight up)

Ran out of time, made ten APs, man I can't retire

Been on the rope, collectin' rubberbands to match attire (Yeah)

I got the vision, ain't no dippin' in that Ayahuasca

This shit get thicker than a bitch with stripes, I know she tell (Pussy)

Ayy twin, call her twin, tell her I'm in town now (21)

London bitch, she wanna link, she drop the pin to pound town (21)

Ass thick, when she walkin' got this on surround sound (Yeah)

And she tryna ride me like a wave, I'ma drown, drown

She say she like it wetter, so chopper it make it bounce bounce (21)

She from the west, but when she with me she from down South

Flew into town, not to hotel, but to the town house

And send the drop, they hit the drop, we brought the jams out (On God)

Sittin' sideways with a drink while I think

Bitches get cold in the summer, keep a mink

Tell me what you do it for, better not think

Another nigga do it for her, before you blink

Highway, movin' right behind me, a fleet

If she get too annoyin', find a beach

Twin bitches, twin bitches

Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski

CIRCUS MAXIMUS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)

Unreal, what is this?

God done gave me strength

Are these the front row seats you wanted?

We'll have our final moment

A walk-in attraction

A walkin' distraction

I'm naturally Black and

Unnaturally breathin'

Like a waist that is snatchin'

Welcome to my world where it's packed in

At the top of the tavern

How I see when this happenin'

All the real have been dabbed in

All the, all the bumps and the grabbin'

Ain't no cops here harassin'

All the looks and the laughin'

And outside, it got traffic

'Cause inside, we wreak havoc

Yeah, I know when this

Yeah, I know when this drastic, where it's goin'

When I back up emotions

All this here, I'm controllin'

When I'm back in the

When I'm back in the streets, on my side, I'm patrollin'

When I'm back in the, when I'm back in the (Ah)

I know our love is forsaken (Woo)

But do you care if I was alive? (Whenever I'm back in the, ah)

Or do you wanna be famous? (Woo, yeah)

I took the top off

Like she took her lil' blouse off

Too hard to go drop off

You know that boy not soft

I never would travel

So I need me a time vault

I been up in Cabo

With my Bailey Osanto

In this world, look around, yo

It's just mano y mano

I might still eat McDonald's

But don't think I'm a Ronald

I went back to my land

Move like Moses, walkin' over seas

In my state because the country

Every part of it is part of me

Tell your parliament, "Pardon me" (Woo)

Off the saké, turned to Socrates (Woo)

Heavy moments on the ground

Feel it shapin' in the sound

'Cause we ri—, 'cause we right in yo' house

And you know that we down

If yo' ass don't know nothin'

Gotta know that it's time

I'm excited to jump in

So much that I'm flyin'

Put you right in the function

Took you right off a vine

Got this shit in a bind

We got it, we got it now (Ah, woo)

Whenever I'm duckin' it (Ah, woo)

I'm waiting on a let go

I'm waiting on a let go

I know myself, I know exactly how to make you special

Go, collect your fame

I'm waiting in an echo

I'm waiting in an echo

'Cause you keep callin' back, I thought I told you that we do not

Sorry, I didn't let you out

Out, woah-oh

(Out)

(Out, woah-oh)

PARASAIL lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Yung Lean)

I stand tall, I fall, I get up

I fall, I get up

I fall, and I get up

I stand tall, I stand tall

Ridin' parasail, rollin' through the grass

Shadin' out the trees

Lookin' through a glass

Watchin' by the bushes, waitin' on a breeze

You is all I need

Water movin' fast, washin' memories, tryna make it last

Parasail

Fly through the bush, fly through the bush

Wave, we gon' rock, wave, we gon' take a swole

We gon' swole, we gon' rock clean

We gon' shake off the mother-mother-mother-mother live

We gon' live, we gon' rock show

We gon' pop, we gon' rock, ah

Success comes so easy for you (Oh)

They're waiting behind the call

Ridin' parasail, rollin' through the grass

Shadin' out the trees

Lookin' through a glass

Watchin' by the bushes, waitin' on-

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I forgive myself, I forgive myself

I choose to feel good, I choose to feel free

I will fight for everything I love, forever

And I will love everything that I fight for, forever

(We mean)

Wonder what you wanna do

When you're not with me

SKITZO lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)

Be me, I move at night when they really can't see me

I ran it back last time but it ain't last time

I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (Yeah, oh)

Throw it all, before I hit the door, she dropped 'em, had the clothes off (Oh)

I thought it was a setup, watch her, I can't doze off

The dogs out the kennel, watchin' with the scope off

With the heat talk, watch it burn your soul off

I took 'em out of office, now they work for me now

I took her out the background, she play the lead now (Lead)

Put her in the back, made her hold the trees down (Trees)

Tryna tell you what I need, somebody do that there

Late at night, at home, get ratchet, can you do that there?

Way out when I'm on road, you send me do that there

Told you I'ma be right back as long as—

Told you I'ma be right back as long as—

Do that there, do that there

Way out when— (Yeah)

Do that there

Late at night, at home, get ratchet, can you do that there?

Told you I'ma be right back as long as—, do that there

(Told you I'ma be right back as long as—)

Be me, I move at night when they really can't see me

I ran it back last time but it ain't last time

I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (To hide mine)

Let's go

Bling-bling, I get a rush every time I see some diamonds

She get it up, she gon' bounce it like a trampoline

Keep up with swag, she be fresher than a mannequin

All type of bags in her closet like she married to me, married to me

You a ho so Patek Phillipe

Keep it right there with my postcode (Postcode)

I been jumpin' out the gym with no Jordans on

She been all above the rim or torsos

Princess cuts, diamonds, I got plenty

Lift me up, head high like lean is

Rolls Royce, big ol' truck, I'm in it

Bouncing 'round like he want smoke, I'm a chimney

Tall, her hair long, she Jamaican ('Maican)

And she tryna rage in the bedroom

And she got a Rollie on her leg too (Leg too)

And it's plain gold, Ace of Spade too (Yeah)

Coco Chanel for real on her toes

I got white folk money, Eminem with no gold

I got rose gold teeth and rose gold rims on my Rolls

Peep the way they lookin', we gettin' richer than a bookie, ayy

Be me, I move at night when they really can't see me

I ran it back last time but it ain't last time

I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (To hide mine)

Be me, I move at night when they really can't see me

I ran it back last time but it ain't last time

I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (To hide mine)

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Without goin' deep Shakespeare

Took the squad, brought the play right here

Got the vision and I made that clear

Up from two 'til it's two runnin' plays like the Tennessee kid

I'm the one, that's why they tryna hurt the kid

I'm the one, JH, with the braids with the lights with the ike and the smoke but I can't stay away

See, this life? Man, I can't stay away

Find a vice, man, I can't stay away

Find it hard, why I can't play it safe?

Seen the top ten pen list, I don't even know how they could pin this

Knowin' that I'm the human Pinterest

Need true love but I know true love's like a friendship

But even Titanic had an endin'

I rock the boat with ice so expensive

Hair long, not no extensions

Money long, shit is extended

She need me now, she need me a pendant

I said you need me now, I ain't finished, huh

I said, you need me now

I said, you need me now

You need me (Ah)

I stick to the code, binary like I's and O's (Ooh)

I'm too exposed, I gotta keep curtains closed (Closed)

Her body boat, she hid it behind the clothes (Skeet, skeet, skeet)

I'm in Cabo, I'm hittin' these adios

Just tryna balance all these up and downs but I keep poppin' lows (Lows)

What it is? What it is? That's just how it goes

Pure session, I just kept progressin', and finally found the flows

If the answers down there with the devil, I may never know (Let's go)

My dawg just got freed out the precinct (Free)

Hid it in my bag, let's hit Turks for the weekend (Let's go)

Why did I pop two out that whole pack? Dawg, I'm tweakin' (Geeked)

Baby girl, come suck, keep me up, ain't no sleepin', ooh

She gon' let me beat that body up like we beefin' (Beefin')

Better yet she vegan (Vegan), better yet she tweakin' (Tweakin')

Yeah, 6 A.M., I hit my alarm clock (Yeah)

You see the vision, this shit non-stop, gotta keep my palms hot

Got long roads in my backyard, bitch, I'm a lonestar

The droptop came with the top, I cut the door apart

My brodie keep a stainless to steal, ain't no Chrome Heart (Grr)

I cut some off, I had to better myself

Against the odds, I'd bet on myself

I was at Frank Gibbins before Thanksgiving, thanks to my health

Too many flaws, tryna generate wealth

Man, that's how you go broke and lose bros and lose hope in this shit

I was thinkin' that we both could be rich, I guess it's one-sided

Crazy how they love to talk shit and got no Trident

I'm loyal, bitch, I got Ye over Biden

I let the shit go off the top, yeah, no typin'

How I go from overlooked to these niggas is overbitin'?

How I'm always in they ear? I'm enticin'

And you ain't gotta take it from me, I'm advisin', for real

LOST FOREVER lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. James Blake & Westside Gunn)

Have you ever been lost?

Have you ever been lost?

Forever

Lost on islands, driven in boat cars

Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours

Young black nigga work at the Auchans (Auchans)

So how we here trapped on the ocean?

'Bout to go up a level of disrespectful

I'm just one chain away from goin' heavy metal

I'm just one angel away from blockin' out the devil

Just one mountain away from meetin' all my rebels

Too much power, too many hours all in a day

I sent her flowers, ain't talkin roses, I'm talkin' maoda

Ask if she "Ha-ha-ha", I really doubt it (Ha-ha-ha)

Took her through the Hills at noon, she felt the— (And how wonderful, how wonderful)

Baby girl think she in Honolu' (Wonderful)

Don't you know you in the I-5 loop? (How wonderful)

How many chickens fit in the coupe? (How wonderful, wonderful)

Wonderful, she don't wanna leave

She jump up, bounce back like trampoline (Have you ever been lost?)

Ayo, whip the cocaine 'til the pot bust ('Til the pot bust, ah)

You was on the porch, I was locked up (I was locked up, ah)

Two-tone Maybach truck with the Maxwells (Skrrt, Maxwells)

Think a nigga shot somethin' (Ah)

Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)

Daytona, different color face on the road (Ah)

Ten on his head, he be dead by the mornin' (By the mornin')

I can get dirty for the stove (Ah)

Dior trench shit hang to the floor (Ah)

Dior goggles, I ain't playin' with you hoes (Uh-uh)

Out in South Beach with the poles in the Rolls (Skrrt, boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)

Good to see ya dudes, alligators on the toes (Ah)

Fashion week I'ma strut too, bitches (Ah)

Hundred-round drum, make a nigga go get it (Make a nigga go get it, grrt)

Tribe go to sell a fifth, bucket while we drillin' (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)

Had to sneak my new Glock up in Lenox (Ah)

Free Sly Green he got Wayne Perry digits

Socks Burberry, dick sucks on the visit (Ah, brrrt)

First one to pop, first to earn the stripes

Three strikes in, twenty-five to life (Uh-uh)

Hyping up the building, hyping up the sights

Whips got the wings of angel kit

I been wanting this shit my whole life, I didn't pray for it

She want me to come into his house but I can't kick it

She want the whole dub-dub E, but I ain't convinced

Never met her she, but she met Sheck, she don't need a prince

Took her off the O into the D, she ain't take offense

Way we got it bouncin' off the boards we making prints

Wait until I step into the floor and then they commence

LOOOVE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi)

[Travis Scott:]

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott

They love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac'

No Wi-Fi, we hot spottin', connected the block

Rollin' through the club, we feelin' the love

Iller than my trees, they jockin' my steeze, please

Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (Bitches, yeah)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time

They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love)

They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time

They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Come and kick back with us

This a new religion, come and have mass with us

Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor-turned-ambassador?

Used to grow up in the backwoods

Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us

We gon' make them Vogue bitches turn racheter

First task, 'nihilate, you used to laugh at us

Pass the Actavis 'cause a nigga past passivist

Imagine my world of misogyny

Nigga, fuck a, fuck a monogamy

Got her head tipped over the driver's seat

Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby

Hold up, we gon' own the summer

Never, never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers

Cuzzo always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers

Know he tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas

Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys

I find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees

The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan

Might try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime

But now it's time

Baby, now it's time, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na

I get the love and they givin' it up like

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Time, time)

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

It's on fire toni—

[Kid Cudi:]

The night is too young and the love in the air, it hit me

Follow all the vibes, I'm in every city

Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it woday

Tell ya homie chill tonight, you don't want it with him

We raise our glasses, the madness

The tiny waist, the asses, dancin' in trances

Baby say she ready and we 'bout to find out

Don't be mad that your girl done found 'bout

And we get it

Never lied, rager-fied, on a mission

And they lookin' like they know, but they didn't

Let me slip into my mode, I slip round the notes

Smokin' plenty with tequila, baby

Members of The Rage runway with it

Fashion week in Paris, front row with it

Diamonds always dancin', no bullshittin'

See a Black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'

K-POP lyrics - Travis Scott, Bad Bunny & The Weeknd

Gonna pop, baby

Vemo'

Swish, lit (Lit)

Move that shit out here (Here)

You full off one sip (Sip)

Fallin' off but I got grip (Grip)

All around the trap, it hit (Hit, hit, ayy)

All around the map, you trip (Skrrt)

Take it like nine out of ten (Yeah)

Think they gon' find that again

Think I gotta bond out again

Behind the tint, I sin, I vent

Can't forget about that place we went

Right after you put that in my head

Do you still pop 'em? Do you dance?

Do you still drop some'? Know you can

I got a lot, but I'm still chancin'

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah

Hace tiempo no te veo, eh

Es que ahora en Miami jangueo, eh, eh

Ya no tengo la Rodeo

Ahora en la G-Wagon me posteo, ey

Y te lo meto al frente 'e la playa

Como aquello' tiempo' de camino a Maya

Tú ni fumaba' y chingando te arrebaté

Dale, no pierdas tiempo, no lo piense', trépate

Tú bien loca, loca, yo bien loco, loco

Si ahora tu mai nos pilla, me pide una foto

La nota me explota, el ticke' lo exploto

Vamo' pa' Cayo Musha, ya le texteé al piloto, eh-eh

I know it was one time (Swish)

You feel like that went on (Went on)

That night was just so fire

I need you back sooner (Sooner)

You come back on this side

When shit get back cooler (Cooler)

We run it back one time

I'm grabbin' you uno (Uno)

Ooh (Uno)

Ooh-ooh (Mm-mm, mm-mm)

Ooh (Mm-mm, mm-mm)

Ooh-yeah (Mm-mm)

Mix the drugs with the pain

Let the waves lead the way

You in Cannes and Saint-Tropez callin' out my name

You know I'm rolling my face off

You know I'm high off that K pop

Rubbin' up on your body

All your clothes, you gon' take off

South of France, we gon' party

This ain't some lil' yachty

We gon' fuck 'til we seasick (Skrrt)

You my bad lil' mami, mami (Yeah)

You love me, you could tell me you love me

Even if you don't mean it (Mm-mm)

Sex'll make you believe it (Mm-mm)

I love it when she up on me (Mm-mm)

Love when she'll call me, "Papi" (Mm-mm)

Even though she Korean (Mm-mm)

Get her wet like tsunami, 'nami, ooh, yeah (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know it was one time (Swish)

You feel like that went on (Went on)

That night was just so fire

I need you back sooner (Sooner)

You come back on this side

When shit get back cooler (Cooler)

We run it back one time

I'm grabbin' you uno

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah (Uno)

TELEKINESIS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future & SZA)

Used to wanna fuck an R&B bitch, then that shit happened, yeah, yeah

Used to wanna be rich, then it finally happened

Thought it'd make me happy (Thought it'd make me happy)

I could've took the pain and I could've went out sad

Streets stepped in and raised me, but I ain't have my daddy

Niggas tryna clone me, run off with my swag

For sellin' coco, got Chanel on my jacket (Jacket)

Shawty give me mop with the less, it don't last (Last)

Takin' more drugs all alone in a mansion

Walkin' around tweakin' with the yop in my hands (Walkin' around tweakin')

Just another broke ho just preachin' for these bands (Just another ho)

And I know I'm due for a billion-dollar advance (Uh-huh)

I can see the future, I can see the future (I can see the future)

I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky

I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life (Livin' in glory)

Won't you take the wheel? And I recline and I sit still

Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced

To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? (Like the way it sound)

You know the future of the bounce, ayy

I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud

Do you like the way it sounds? Ayy

I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud (So loud)

I can see the future

Ridin' with the storm and some troopers

Ridin' through this shit, this shit is stupid

Sky walkin' 'round like I'm Luke-uh

Duckin' all these convos like I'm Bruce-uh, super

Mobbin' with my angels dodgin' Lucifer (Mob)

Seein' every angle, I can see through ya, yeah (Yeah)

I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky (See ya)

I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life (Livin' in glory)

Won't you take the wheel? And (See ya) I recline and I sit still

Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced

To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds?

You know the future of the bounce

Count so much money 'til my skin peel

Cherry-red Benz like the real pimp (Yeah)

My bro cook up dope, it take real skill

Share my bitch with my ho, ain't got no chill (No)

You either gettin' to money or you're gossipin' (Yeah)

She chose up, put on this coat, now she lottery

Places I thought I'd never go I found models in

I hear the demons clear when they callin' (Yeah)

Flyest on the Earth, so I had to name myself a planet (Pluto)

Automatic dead when you goin' against my family

Few breakups went public, I just bought another baddie (Bought another baddie)

Bitch knew I was toxic, when she met me, I was a savage (Met me, I was a savage)

High in the hills tryna avoid any madness (Yeah)

Private on the Lear, this just like we imagined

Only sellin' for this Hi-Tech 'cause I ain't got the Actavis (Yeah)

I'm tryna be modest (Yeah), it sound like I'm braggin' (Braggin')

Cartier my frames (Frames), all because my fame (Fame)

Bitch said she ashamed to love me in public, rather go private (Seen enough)

Count so much money 'til my skin peel

Cherry-red Benz like the real pimp

My bro cook up dope, it take real skill

Share my bitch with my ho, ain't got no chill

You either gettin' to money or you're gossipin'

She chose up, put on this coat, now she lottery

I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky

I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life

Won't you take the wheel? And I recline and I sit still

Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced

To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds?

I can't get enough, told you I just want it all

I can't get enough, you ain't been doin' enough (Do you like the way it sounds?)

So cold, so cold

It's so cold, so cold, so cold

You could see the future, there's a sparkle in your eye

Why you all up on my thigh? Can't let you

Niggas plottin' my demise, I got murder on my mind

I got money on the line, I can't lose if I tried

Let no bitch break my stride

Chosen, I'm gon' bet on me

Chosen, all my shit antique

Frozen, I can't feel no heat

Diamonds dancing on me

You're startin' fresh, man, you fell out of pocket

You fucked that girl that you met at the party

I got some new niggas down in the lobby

How can I sleep when you're out catchin' bodies?

I still wanna be with you, trust me, I know that's insane

I'd rather fuck on you than fuck on lames

I did some shit in Berlin, my moldae

We both ain't shit and it's workin' for me

Workin' for me, yeah

I can see the future, I can see the future

TIL FURTHER NOTICE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 21 Savage & James Blake)

(Hahaha)

Where will you go now

Now that you're done with me?

Where will you go now

Now that you're done with me?

I don't blame you

You should be done with me

I don't blame you

You should be done with me

Why won't you even talk about it?

Or even hear about it?

Or even feel about it? (Metro)

Like the covers come off in the eve

We don't have to lie

We don't have to lie right here

And it's alright (Haha)

I should've waited somehow

I shouldn't have pushed so hard

I always push too hard

And now it's just a blackout

And now it's just a blackout

(Somehow)

My mama always told me, "Put yourself first"

I don't really fall in love with women, man, 'cause love hurt

I hit a couple broads, I can't lie, I put my dick first

Now you runnin' 'round playin' payback and that shit hurt

I should've treated you better (21)

Used to deal with lames 'til she ran into a stepper (On God)

Big dawg Savage, I'm a Zone 6 repper (21)

Niggas throwin' salt, but the Draco came with pepper (Straight up)

She say we ain't goin' nowhere 'cause all I do is sext her (On God)

Woah, never knew that I had to propose, no (21)

I was fine with you bein' one of my hoes, for sure (On God)

She say she seen us bein' somebody goals, what are those? (21)

I thought about givin' you the key to my heart, but it's frozen

Where would you go now?

Now that you're done with me

Where would you go now?

Now that you're done with me

Where would you go now?

Now that you're done with me

Where would you go now?

Now that you're done with me

'Til further notice (Ah-ah)

'Til further notice (Ah-ah)

'Til further notice (We'll keep you posted)

'Til further notice (I'll keep you posted)

(Hahaha)

(Ooh) If energy makes energy

X-rated love, x-rated love

(Ooh) If energy makes energy, makes energy

X-rated love, x-rated love

You know the love was X-rated, it's how we made it

Drinkin' help balance the patience, watch how you take it

Can't keep no bitches, it's too dangerous, I been X-rated

Took everything up for the takin', I couldn't save it

See red and blues, I hit the pavement

Got love, got vacant

She needed angles, I need angels

I'm fightin' Satan

Leave me faded, I feel painless

I go out gracious

I'm tryna feel a shade of greatness by celebratin'

Bring entertainment, goin' brainless, like goin' dumb on my hiatus

She fall more in love every time that I tip

I fade away every time that I—

Take a sip, I been goin' off the rip

I been bumpin' more Coldplay, the world cold as shit

I know one thing 'bout the old one, can't have more fun with it

Knew exactly how to roll one and how to tote a stick

Even if she at the shows, show she never let 'em hit

Always knew she always on one and I can bare with it

Yeah, I can bare with it

Where will you go now?

Now that you're done with me

Where will you go now?

Now that you're done with me

Where will you go now?

Now that you're done with me

Where will you go now?

Now that you're done with me

'Til further notice

'Til further notice

'Til further notice (We'll keep you posted)

'Til further notice (I'll keep you posted)

compilation: JACKBOYS (2019)

• HIGHEST IN THE ROOM (REMIX)
• INTRO (Instrumental)
• GANG GANG
• HAD ENOUGH
• OUT WEST
• WHAT TO DO?
• GATTI 

GANG GANG lyrics - JACKBOYS & Sheck Wes

[Sheck Wes:]

What the fuck is we doin'?

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Sheck Wes {Travis Scott}:]

Gang back in the stu' (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu' (Gang)

Young nigga win, win, win, win (Bitch), how can I lose? (How, bitch?)

Uh, how can I lose? (How, bitch?), uh, how can I lose? (Yeah)

I ain't with the gang, gang, gang, gang (Bitch), fifty gon' shoot, uh (Squad)

Me and Trav' in a coupe (Scoop), paparazzi, we switch the route {Yeah}

Yeah, see your bitch gettin' loose, huh

I'm in LA with the views, huh (Yeah), I'm in LA with your boo (Yeah) {it's lit}

We on the quest with the tribe (I bought it)

It's way too late, pick a side (Feng shui)

Jack make them boys come alive (They what?)

Better not fuck up the vibe (It's Travis)

Runnin' this shit with a stride

You know my gang the flyest

[Don Toliver {Sheck Wes} *Travis Scott*:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)

I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue *Zoo*

I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot {Ching-ching}

When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (Scoop)

I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops (Troops)

Whole squad got the juice (Yeah), send a stain like a flute {Yeah}

Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose *Yeah, yeah* {bitch}

[Sheck Wes {Travis Scott}:]

In the H, reppin' Screw (Screw)

Flamin' Harlem with the goons {It's lit}, yeah

We was wildin', skippin' school (Wildin')

Now we can go make the (Ching ching)

Now we can go make the millions, Trinidad my crew

Cactus Jack on my shoe

And this shit

I came from the mud, straight to the top {Yeah}

Shooters outside double parked

I'm from New York, she like how I talk

She need an ass, it's bought

Came to my chambers, we went wild

Drove the bitch crazy, gave 'em all miles

I'm with young Jacques, know it's goin' down

Smokin' that Jack, get it by the pound {Straight up}

Don't need the pussy, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)

But I'm still smokin' that loud

Hit my hoes when I'm in town (Yeah)

They know who got the Scouts (Bitch)

[Don Toliver {Sheck Wes}:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)

I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue {Bitch}

I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot {Ching-ching}

When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop {My side}

I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops

Whole squad got the juice, send a stain like a flute

Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose

[Luxury Tax {Don Toliver}:]

Yeah, I'm from the North where they robbin' and killin' {Woo, woo}

Young nigga rich, but I'm still from the trenches {Woo}

Luxury Tax, my water by G

P-I-R-U, bitch, I bang what I bleed

I'm passin' out pills, I'ma geek up the VIP {Yeah}

One shot to the head and make sure he don't miss

I fuck on the bitch, have her stalkin' on Fifth

Still pourin' up Act', they say it don't exist (At all)

Fifth got some vibes at the crib

Like, "I wanna fuck right now"

Keep hundred on hundreds for real

Bitch, I'm goin' up right now

Bitch rollin' some weed, you know gang in the stu'

Bottles on bottles, 1942

Models on models, this shit nothin' new

You might catch some shots takin' shots at the crew

I like my hoes by the two

Blew 800K on a coupe {Uh-huh} racks

We fucked, it wasn't nothin' else to do (Ooh)

You play with La Flame, I'ma shoot (Racks)

This a hundred round drum, I got mob ties

This a double M truck, ain't no broke vibes

Now we only take jets for the hard times

Know I call up them killers, they gon' slide

Bitch, I'm with the gang

[Don Toliver {Sheck Wes} *Luxury Tax*:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes *Gang*

I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue {Bitch}

I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot {Ching-ching}

When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop {My side}

I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops

Whole squad got the juice (Ooh), send a stain like a flute (Ooh)

Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose {Yeah}

HIGHEST IN THE ROOM (REMIX) lyrics - (feat. ROSALÍA & Lil Baby)

[ROSALÍA:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]

I got room, in my fumes (Yeah)

She fill my mind up with ideas

I'm the highest in the room (It's lit)

Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)

[Travis Scott {ROSALÍA}:]

She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)

I see some things that you might fear

I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)

That ain't what she wanna hear {Nah}

Now I got her in my room {Ah}

Legs wrapped around my beard {Uh}

Got the fastest car, it zoom {Zoom}

Hope we make it outta here

When I'm with you, I feel alive

You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)

Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die

Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah)

Case it's fumes

She fill my mind up with ideas {Straight up}

I'm the highest in the room {It's lit}

Hope I make it outta here, let's go

[ROSALÍA (Travis Scott):]

Su black Ferrari le doy gas (Uh)

Caballos suenan con delay ('Lay)

Si quieres duro él quiere má'

Aquí siempre hay humo, eso e' de ley (Uy)

Si ahora de fiera no me fuera a conocer

Chaqueta al hombro y la cadena hasta el pie

Si ahora de fiera no me fuera a conocer (We can't)

Lolly-lollypop viene cash (Yeah)

Ay, shine ya la' joya' (Yeah)

Balas que duelen por detrás (Yeah)

Broom broom, yo también 'toy acicalá' ('Cicalá')

Ojalá que me cojas, confesá'

[Travis Scott:]

Ah, this my life, I did not choose

Uh, been on this since we was kids

We gon' stay on top and break the rules

Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas

Case it's fumes

She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)

I'm the highest in the room (I'm the highest, it's lit)

Hope I make it outta here

[Lil Baby:]

Baby, I just left from Vegas

Did 'em dirty on the table

Went and bought a new Bentayga

I paid cash, don't see no paper

Buy it, park it, tint it later

All my cars' inside tomato

From Atlanta, not Decatur

I'm the one they say don't play with

Make them boys get on your tater

High-five LeBron, floor seat the Lakers

Get more paper, get more haters

Standin' still, my diamonds skatin'

Fucked her once, she think we datin'

I can spend it, I been savin'

I'ma spin ya, try to play me

I been trappin' up the millions, used to trap it off a RAZR

Back when I was sellin' two-for-five plays, called in my RAZR

Niggas never had to give it to me, I want it, I'ma take it

Guaranteed to tell a ho goodbye if she don't try to get naked

I'm like hmm-hmm

Gotta get up out my room

Got some more bad vibes comin' through

Mmh, she gon' bust a move

Like you do

INTRO lyrics - JACKBOYS

(Instrumental)

Had Enough lyrics - Don Toliver (feat. Offset & Quavo)

[Don Toliver:]

I know

I know you had enough (Oh)

I know you had enough (Oh)

But stay a while (Ooh)

I know you had enough of me (Of me)

Get 'em down, had enough

You and all your friends hopped out that Bentley truck (Yeah)

You doing your thing, baby live it up (Live it up)

You showin' out and you don't give a fuck (Yeah)

It's a rodeo, go on and touch your toes (Touch your toes)

I might hit you from the back and that's as far as it goes (Goes)

I done knocked 'em all down like some dominoes (Dominoes)

She get money off that pussy and she climb the pole (Yeah)

You got two choices, either heaven or hell (You got two choices)

Meanwhile put that dope on the scale (Dope on the scale)

Meanwhile, bitch I'm watching for twelve (Uh, huh)

Prayin' to my God, I ain't goin to jail

I know you had enough

I know you had enough of me

I can't really tell what you want

I know you had enough of me

[Offset:]

Hey

Know you had enough (What?)

Livin' like what the fuck (Who?)

You can't trust, you think I'm in love with lust (Ooh)

She look possessed, go and get it off your chest (Hey)

She asked to read my texts, lookin' in her eyes, she stressed (She stressed)

Shawty get wet like baguettes (Baguettes)

Take off your gown and your dress (Take it off)

She got C-cup, D-cup breast (D-cup)

She a bird and she live in a nest (Brrr)

I'ma swerve and get off of the X (Swerve)

The rock on her finger dyslexic (Stupid)

Get the money, I gotta protect it (Protect it)

On my hand, but I never regret shit

All these bitches lying, wanna sex me (Sex)

Eat it up tryna catch me (Eat it up)

They want the dressing and the recipe (Recipe)

I want the buns like the sesame (Sesame)

[Quavo:]

Yeah

And I can really tell that she love me (Yup)

Overload on Chanel and make her weep (Make her weep)

Know you had enough of the side piece (Side)

Know you had enough, we drink like five kegs (Purple)

Spike Lee, do the right thing (Right)

But she can't get enough of the piping (Pipe)

[Don Toliver:]

I know you had enough

I know you had enough of me

I can't really tell what you want

I know you had enough of me

OUT WEST lyrics - JACKBOYS & Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug)

[Young Thug:]

Yeah

Buddah bless this beat

Ayy, bag it out west (Bag it), slangin' out west (Yeah)

Gold metallic knife, I can shank ya out west (Yeah)

I just put a drum on a new Kel-Tec (On a)

I just put my cum in her pussy, now it's wet

I used to jump off the back of the bus (Yeah), now I jump off of a jet (Yeah)

I used to tell the lil' baby, "This us," then I got over the shit

I used to like her, but now that I love her

The way she was drankin' my spit

Your bitch cheatin', she under my cover, we cuddle and shit

Now shawty say she wanna suck on the tip

I'm 'bout it, baby, I want all four of your lips (I'm 'bout it)

Ex-college girl, she can suck up a ship

I eat molly and I take this bitch on a trip

Ayy, shawty, ayy, darlin', ayy, baby girl, suck my private

Close your eyes, it's just me and you and nobody

Ayy, suck it sideways, if we in public or the driveway (Hey)

Vibes in this bitch (Woo), vibe on a jet (Woo)

Five thousand bricks, ooh

She bad as it get, her mouth kick it slick

She know she got the kick

With a fire hydrant pussy

Ayy, bag it out west (Bag it), slangin' out west (Yeah)

Gold metallic knife, I can shank ya out west (Yeah)

I just put a drum on a new Kel-Tec (On a)

I just put my cum in her pussy, now it's wet

[Travis Scott:]

It's up, it's stuck (Yeah)

Thought you can cross the gang, what was you thinkin' of? (Gang)

Red coupe, rollercoaster sound just like it does

These days, I balance all the hate out with the love

These days, I pour all of my pain out in a cup (Drank)

Dreamy, that's just a side effect when you with us (Game)

Easy, the dawgs is right behind me, they on edge

Believe me, we pop out in the city to collect (Ooh)

Vibes in this bitch, they surprised that I lived (It's lit)

Try, can't be killed, tried nine times but I'm Stilts

Hop in the whip to hop right in the whip

I hotbox in the whip, got me (Ooh)

[Young Thug:]

Ayy, bag it out west (Bag it), slangin' out west (Yeah)

Gold metallic knife, I can shank ya out west (Yeah)

I just put a drum on a new Kel-Tec (On a)

I just put my cum in her pussy, now it's wet

I used to jump off the back of the bus (Yeah), now I jump off of a jet (Yeah)

I used to tell the lil' baby, "This us" (Yeah), then I got over the shit (Yeah)

I used to like her, but now that I love her

The way she was drankin' my spit (Woah, woah)

Your bitch cheatin', she under my cover, we cuddle and shit

Buddah bless this beat

WHAT TO DO? lyrics - JACKBOYS & Travis Scott (feat. Don Toliver)

[Travis Scott:]

Why did we fall that evening?

Silhouettes for the evening

You might just be my type

And I know just what you like but I'm

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do

[Don Toliver:]

I woke up on the seventeenth

Drunk as hell, you tellin' me

I was in the club, full of jealousy

Damn near caught a felony

One thing I know, two just wanna ride (Uh-uh)

I did it outside (Uh-uh)

I, you better go hide (Uh-uh)

Put it on her feet and I glide

Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide

We rock the cream on the pie-ie-ie

But that's my better side (Yeah)

I can't tell a lie (Uh-uh)

This is televised (Uh-uh)

You need better guys

[Travis Scott:]

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

Woke up on the seventeenth

With them tattoos, just is tellin' me

And them fantasies is outstandin' me

I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3

Took you, move you outside to the West

Down Southside by the 'jects

Tell me what a time, what a wreck

Never let it down, never let

Always thought T was a rex

Never thought T was a wreck

Put the ice T on your neck (Neck)

When it go cold make you sweat

Never let you go, never (Go, go)

Never let you go, you the best

But never let it go to your head (No)

I always got control of the

Whoa (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

[Don Toliver:]

Silhouettes for the weekend

And you might just be my type

And I know just what you like but I'm

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

[Don Toliver & Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up

Still with my dawgs

Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked

[Travis Scott:]

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up (Uh-uh, yeah)

Don't know what to do (Yeah)

Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)

Still fucked up, still fucked up (Yeah)

GATTI lyrics - JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke & Travis Scott

[Pop Smoke:]

AXL

Hahaha, huh? Hahaha

Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin')

Trap House Mob

Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)

They ain't expectin' this one (And it's like that)

Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha)

Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah)

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay

Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Yeah)

I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (Woah)

They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (Bah)

Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the cho (Brr)

I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes (Haha)

Dread like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?)

"I don't know" (I don't know), but I'm on go (Woo)

And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' two hundred (Bah)

Givin' pumps, like, "Who shot ya?" (Brr)

Me and Trey, that's four choppers (Woo)

Man down (Woo), all you see is helicopters (Grr)

Paramedics pick him up, they gon' send him to the doctor (That nigga)

I'm in the hood like an engine, revvin' (Trey, get that nigga)

My checks is clearin' (Woo, woo), your checks is pending (Woo, woo)

And I got a couple gangstas, let me know (It's a fact)

If you want smoke (If you want smoke)

'Cause boy I can send 'em (Boy I can send 'em)

And I got a bad bitch, ass up (Hahaha)

Face down (Face down), yeah, she love doggy style (Uh-huh)

And she got a Louis bag (Yeah), that hold the extendo (Woo, woo)

Okay, okay (Okay, okay)

Okay, okay

[Pop Smoke {Travis Scott):]

Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha)

Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)

My bitch love coco (Haha)

Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay {Right}

[Travis Scott:]

Got it jumpin' out the zoo, seein' red, seein' blue (Yeah)

Young La Flame, how it moves, Pop Flare how it— (Woo)

Braid my hair down 'til I hide my face

Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate (Yeah)

I took a chance, it's a lot to take

I took a right, ended up right away (Straight up)

She need a chunk, not a piece (Alright)

It cost me three for the keys (Keys)

Not the work but the V

She let it twirl to the beat

I send the work, bet it reach (Reach)

Wearin' pearls, expensive beads (Beads)

I only hurl at my peeps (It's lit)

Cuts, diamond cuts out in public

Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up

Coco Chanel when she tuck it

We bunk, get a nut (Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

[Pop Smoke:]

My bitch love coco (Haha)

Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)

My bitch love coco (Haha)

Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)

ASTROWORLD (2018)

• STARGAZING
• CAROUSEL
• SICKO MODE
• R.I.P. SCREW
• STOP TRYING TO BE GOD
• NO BYSTANDERS
• SKELETONS
• WAKE UP
• 5% TINT
• NC-17
• ASTROTHUNDER
• YOSEMITE
• CAN'T SAY
• WHO? WHAT!
• BUTTERFLY EFFECT
• HOUSTONFORNICATION
• COFFEE BEAN 

STARGAZING lyrics - Travis Scott

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)

Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)

Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)

Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)

I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)

Then a storm came in and saved my life

Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)

Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night

In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Roll)

Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Oh no)

Niggas femalin', they excellin' (Yeah)

Are they intellin'? (What you tellin'?)

We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (With the choppers)

Kill the jealous with propane repellent

Got me goin' crazy (It's lit)

On tour, we'll tell 'em, we brought the section (Gang)

They keep on callin' up, it's getting hectic (Brrt)

Like we projected

So we cut the plug, he's interjected (Got me goin' crazy)

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)

Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)

Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)

Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)

I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)

Then the storm came in and saved my life

Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)

Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night

In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)

Got me goin' crazy

Okay, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay

Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things

If I take you to my past you will be traumatized

Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive

'99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate

Told the dawgs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith

Before no car notes, baby girl, she played the tourist guide

Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides

Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies

When you make it to the top, that's the amenities

Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league

And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries

I got 'em stage divin' out the nosebleeds

(Alright, alright, alright)

And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed

(Alright, alright, alright)

Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees

She was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week

(Alright, alright, alright)

Plus she know my baby mama is a trophy

She be throwing up them B's, feel like we both bleed

She keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm Moby

I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe, yeah

This right here is astronomical

I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible

They tryna say that all my problems is improbable

They keep itching at my spirit, I'm diabolical

Ya feel me?

CAROUSEL lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Frank Ocean)

[Big Tuck:]

What's crackin'?

You already know who it is

Ya boy, Big Tuck

Freight Train Tuck

Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?

I'm the dean of this here

I got this

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, yeah

Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in, yeah (Yah)

Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright)

Bustin' the lights out soon as we came in, yeah (It's lit)

What're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin' (Yeah, yeah)

Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (Yah)

This M-E-D, it feel caved in (Yah)

All of my demons invadin'

I live paranoid, hesitatin'

They bitin', they bitin', the cadence (Skrrt, skrrt)

Go out their way, it's okay (Skrrt, skrrt)

Just lock the doors at the basement (Skrrt, skrrt)

I got a gate with my face in it

[Frank Ocean:]

Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to

New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too

New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew

Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru

Boy, you too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal

Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible

Yeah

Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah

Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah

Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeah

Put '84s on lanes, I ride by, you think it is spokes ('Pokes), uh

We did it, we said it, we spoke ('Poke), yeah

We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh

This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo

[Frank Ocean (Travis Scott):]

Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow

Even though the speed got old

Sprinkling methamphetamines on the leaves like the snow

Bet they soak

I'm a new species, tail swings on the road

Come to reach and lose both

Got springs like a toad

Some for free in the tote

Saké drown like round white diamonds, carats (Yah)

Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (Alright)

Landing downwind, caught two wings (It's lit)

Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (Yah, yeah)

Better pray, better pray, two wings (Straight up)

[Frank Ocean:]

Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to

New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too

New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew

Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru

Boy, you're too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal

Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible

SICKO MODE lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Drake)

[Part I]

[Drake:]

Astro, yeah

Sun is down, freezin' cold

That's how we already know winter's here

My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt

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

I tried to show 'em, yeah

I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Goin' on you with the pick and roll

Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

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

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

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

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

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

(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

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

Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

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

[Big Hawk (Swae Lee):]

Some—some—some, someone said

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]

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

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

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

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

Hit my esés, I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

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

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

(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)

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

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

We ain't even make it to the room

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

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

Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)

[Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]

[Travis Scott (Swae Lee) {Big Hawk}:]

(Someone said)

Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

(Someone said)

{Play-Playin' for keeps}

(Someone said, motherfucker - someone said)

{Don't play us for weak}

[Part III]

[Travis Scott (Drake) {Lil Juice}:]

Yeah!

(Astro, yeah, yeah)

{Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up}

(Ayy, ayy)

[Drake (Travis Scott):]

She's in love with who I am

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

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

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

Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy, yeah

[Drake (Travis Scott):]

Like a light, ayy

Slept through the flight, ayy

Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man

This shit got double bedroom, man

I still got scores to settle, man

I crept down the block (down the block)

Made a right (yeah, right)

Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)

Niggas think it's sweet, (nah, never) it's on sight (yeah, what?)

Nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)

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

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

Lost my respect, you not a threat

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

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

Wet like I'm Lizzie

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

Like where is he? (yeah, what?)

No one seen him (yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

She's in love with who I am

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

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

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

Had me out like a light (like a light)

Like a light (like a light)

Like a light (like a light)

Like a light

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

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

He said, "Keep that on lock"

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

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

LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

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

Shorty in the back

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

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

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

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

Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook

Yeah

R.I.P. SCREW lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Swae Lee)

[Swae Lee (DJ Screw) {Travis Scott}:]

(Ya know? Southside)

{Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly (Yeah)}

I'm gonna let you know the move

I'm gonna let you know the move

I'm gonna take you on a cruise

I'm gonna take you home and screw

(Southside)

[Swae Lee (DJ Screw):]

And that's all I've been sayin' (Southside)

If you fall for the games then you're the one playin'

Because it's too much money out here

And there's too many honeys out here

Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird

Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird

[Travis Scott:]

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly

Oh my God, I just can feel the love

Droptop with the windows up

Jump inside, oh, won't you roll with us?

Make the devil bite the angel dust

Shawty got a thing for us

Shawty what you want

Tell me what you like

Tell me what you want

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah

I just took a four to the head like "man"

Drop the top on the slab like "man"

Off the top of the dome like "man"

Nothin' beatin' home like "man"

In the Screw tape zone like "man"

I go Pimp C on the phone like "man"

Flip say platinum, don't do chrome like "man"

Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hang

This shit S.U.C. smooth like "man"

Rest in peace Screw like "man"

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly

Oh my God, I just can feel the love

Drop top with the windows up

Screw found international sound because—

Throughout the South, and it's new to, um

Shawty got a thing for us

STOP TRYING TO BE GOD lyrics - (feat. Stevie Wonder, Kid Cudi, James Blake)

This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones

All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite

[Kid Cudi (Philip Bailey):]

Hmm-hmm

(Just know what this about)

Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm

(Palm trees, oceans, fresh air, that can break your heart)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)

[Travis Scott:]

Ride for it every night

Visions and these angles tight

Truth be told, I never try

Diamonds are the wife of life

All three Rollies look alike

After two you get a hook-up price

Stripper never worked a nine-to-five

Delta and I ship it overnight

Stop tryna be God Almighty

Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah

It's never love, no matter what you try

Still can see it comin' down your eyes

'Cause they did not create commandments (Ooh-ooh)

When you hustle, always make it fancy (Ooh-ooh)

The signal's far from what you can be (Ooh-ooh)

'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey:]

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)

[Travis Scott:]

Stop tryna play God Almighty

Always keep your circle tight

I been wantin' shit my whole life

I'm warning you, best not try to play God tonight

If I love her, I'ma pass on her

First rule of war, you find an act on her

You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her

But never turn your back on her

'Cause they did not create commandments

When you hustle, always make it fancy

The signal's far from what you can be

'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You won't succeed tryna learn me

Stick to the roads in my journey

Stay out of court when you got the attorney

She say she love but want to really burn me

[Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey:]

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)

[James Blake:]

Is it the complex of the saint

That's keepin' you so, so, so still, still?

Is it a coat of old paint

That's peelin' every day against our will?

Is it too long since the last

Open conversation you had? Oh, no

And did you see the void in the past?

And can you ever see it comin' back?

Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

[James Blake, Kid Cudi (Stevie Wonder):]

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

(That it?)

NO BYSTANDERS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Sheck Wes, Juice WRLD)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end

[Travis Scott:]

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm seein'

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end

[Travis Scott:]

Bicentennial man, put the city on slam

She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams

And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance

Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose

I don't set picks, I just shoot

Chopped and get screwed

I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs

Put it on God, He the one that put me on top

Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps

Devil got the move on the drop

Niggas tryna move on the Scott

Can't move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep

Gotta act a fool with the squad

Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)

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

Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')

And they know whenever I land (I land)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

Heartbreak hotel

Bet you can't take no L's

Plug like AOL

Who say that I ain't gon' sell?

Hand me the H, I'll sell

She said, "I got a nigga"

I said, "I ain't gon' tell"

Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale

I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)

The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)

Whippin' the tank (The tank, yeah)

My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)

Got your bitch on a plane

Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)

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

Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')

And they know whenever I land (I land)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

[Travis Scott:]

Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my ends

Turned 'em into M's, why you tryna make amends?

What's that smell? It's heaven's scent

And, like I jump straight out the wind

Dodgin' hell and sins, I can't go back there again

Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilified

You can't see my sons, like the light don't hit they side

In the function, and I'm fried, it's a strive, it's not a drive

When they open wide, it's a riot, riot

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

Uh

SKELETONS lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd, Pharrell Williams, Kevin Parker)

[Travis Scott, Kevin Parker (Pharrell Williams) {The Weeknd}:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), ooh

Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (Yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Louder (Louder)

Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher {Uhh, yeah}

[Pharrell Williams:]

It's like standing in the ocean

[Travis Scott & The Weeknd (Pharrell Williams):]

We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the check

It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck

(Just let this wash on me)

Didn't pass the loud, that was out of respect

Afterwards, pass the towel, I was out of Kleenex

If you take your girl out, do you expect sex?

If she take her titties out, do you expect checks?

First visit, I gave her a pearl necklace

(Just let this wash on me)

Next visit, I'ma need your girl naked

Took a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic

[The Weeknd (Pharrell Williams):]

Like floating, if I can't be in time

I don't know, I don't know (Wash on me, wash on me, yeah)

In the ocean, if I can't be loved

I don't know a sound

That's right

[Pharrell Williams (Travis Scott) Kevin Parker {The Weeknd}:]

Standing in the ocean (Standing in the ocean)

Just let this wash on me {Ooh}

Bad memories like waves

Echoing {Echoing}, echoing

Standing in the ocean

(Oh, baby)

Standing in the ocean

{Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed}

WAKE UP lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)

[The Weeknd:]

I don't wanna wake up

I want you spread out on the sheets

Said pussy so good

Uh, pussy so sweet, oh

I don't wanna wake up

I want it flowin' through my streams

Gettin' me hot

Under my feet

I don't wanna wake up

[Travis Scott:]

Please don't wake me up, I feel it creepin' (Yeah)

Controllin' how you movin', lucid dreamin' (Dreams)

Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah

Took the beltway down to your hood (It's lit)

Say you was in the crowd, I never looked

Lookin' back how things came back around, guess I was hooked

Burn the bread and then we burn the town, we both was cooked, yeah

Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'

Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen

I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend (Yeah)

That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah)

Bend her over for some pipin' (It's lit)

Bust a cloud, shoot the lightnin' (Pop it)

Pop it now, no, we can't sleep (Sleep)

I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)

Want you spread out on the sheets (It's lit)

Say, pussy so good (Pop it)

Oh, pussy so sweet (Yeah)

When I wake up (Yeah, yeah)

Want a drop top on the beach (Straight up)

Gettin' me hot, yeah (Yeah)

Under my feet

When I wake up

[The Weeknd:]

You decide if I live or die

When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky

I just want your body close to me, oh

And if I O.D., I'll be alone with no heartbeat

I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo'

And the doors goin' up, suicide

I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)

I want you spread out on the sheets (Want you spread out on the sheets)

'Cause that pussy so good (Pussy so good), yeah

Girl, that pussy so sweet (So sweet)

I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)

I want it flowin' through my streams (Want it flowin' through my streams)

Ha, gettin' me hot (Gettin' me hot)

Oh, under my feet (My feet)

I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)

5% TINT lyrics - Travis Scott

Who's that creeping through my window?

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo

Know I love to smoke, you love the liq more

Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?

All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm

Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (Five percent)

All that fall-in-love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (Yeah, yeah)

All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge, yeah (12)

Keep bouncin' that ass, you just might get award, yeah

If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (Passes, yeah)

I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet

Opps outside, don't panic, gotta switch, gotta change up transit

Still jump around, move antsy, and I still don't like shit fancy

Up late feelin' real chancy, they outside really tryna end me, yeah

Who's that creeping through my window? (My window)

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah)

Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Yah-yah)

Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah)

All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah)

Who the fuck is this?

Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP, while I'm tryna tip

Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip

Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit

She like, iced out wrists, iced out-iced out wrists (Iced out wrists)

Fuck don't kiss, fuck, she fuck don't kiss (Mwah)

Look like friends but she say they twins (Twins)

Jump right in, there's legroom in this Benz (Legroom in this Benz)

Ten miles to the crib, you know that's deep (Deep, yeah)

I think it's someone out there watching me, yeah

Who's that creeping through my window? (My window, who?)

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah, yeah!)

Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Lick! Yah-yah)

Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah, Jack!)

All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah)

Who's that creeping through my window?

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo

Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

NC-17 lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 21 Savage)

[Travis Scott:]

Woo

Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo)

Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah)

Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet)

Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit)

If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice)

Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah)

Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (Ooh)

Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)

Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (Swing)

Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (Pew, pew)

Shawty came my way, she brought the same sex (Same)

Bust it down, she talkin' body language (It's lit)

Eatin' that punane, got my bangs wet (Eat it up)

We gon' have to change for the banquet (Drippin')

Solo with Mulsanne, it's not the same specs (Skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up, left with somethin' I ain't came with (Alright)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Ice, froze, glow

Get, glow, get, glow (Yeah, yeah)

[21 Savage {Travis Scott}:]

Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)

Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (Straight up, straight up)

Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit (Straight up, straight up)

Had to switch my T-shirt 'cause she stained it (On God)

Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)

Fuckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (Crossed out)

He used to be on, that nigga off now (He off now)

I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dawgs now (Straight up, straight up)

Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)

If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke, I'm on my way (Skrrt, skrrt)

Your bitch gave the Kid Cudi, but I'm not signed to 'Ye (On God)

I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is "Babyface" (21) {Woo}

[Travis Scott:]

Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo)

Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah)

Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet)

Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit)

If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice)

Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah)

Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (Ooh)

Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)

ASTROTHUNDER lyrics - Travis Scott

High off life, yeah

Seem like the life I fiend

Seem like the life I fiend's a little distant, yeah

Seems like the life I need, yeah

Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah

Light the remedy, yeah

Sit back while I ride the beat, do it on repeat, repeat

Sins controlling me, yeah

Angels, halos over me, I need blessings and my peace

You been out the streets, yeah

Wildin' on me and all my Gs, we been going for a week

Now you wanna peek, yeah

Hands up, why they tryna reach? I can't even get that deep

Told you I don't teach (Yeah)

Practice, oh, no, never preach

Practice, oh, no, never preach

Infiltrate the enemy, move in on them randomly

Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah

Yeah

Feels like the life I need, yeah

Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah