ASTROWORLD (Chopped & Screwed), by Travis Scott (2024)

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[Part I][Chorus]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)[Post-Chorus]I was hot as hell out in the heat (yeah, yeah)Then the storm came in to save my lifeMeditate, just got down on my knees (straight up)Out of nowhere, you came in to stay the nightIn the nighttime (woo, yeah)[Verse 1]Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (roll)Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (oh no)nigg*s 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 repellentGot 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 projectedSo we cut the plug, he's interjected (got me goin' crazy)[Chorus]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)[Post-Chorus]I was hot as hell out in the heat (yeah, yeah)Then the storm came in to save my lifeMeditate, just got down on my knees (straight up)Out of nowhere, you came in to stay the nightIn the nighttime (woo, yeah)[Segue]Got me goin' crazy[Part II][Verse 2]Ok, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to layJust to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of thingsIf I take you to my past you will be traumatizedGot a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive'99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocateTold the dogs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faithBefore no car notes, baby girl, she played the tourist guideGot the keys into my city, now she know the ridesGot new money, got new problems, got new enemiesWhen you make it to the top, it's the amenitiesPackin' out Toyota like I'm in the leagueAnd it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuriesI 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 sh*t forever, she on both kneesShe was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week (alright, alright, alright)Plus she know my baby mama is a trophyShe be throwing up them B's, feel like we both bleedShe keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm MobyI'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe, yeahThis right here is astronomicalI see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsibleThey tryna say that all my problems is improbableThey keep itching at my spirit, I'm diabolicalYou feel me?

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[Intro: Big Tuck]What's crackin'?You already know who it isYa boy, Big TuckFreight Train TuckAstroworld is now in session, ya understand?I'm the dean of this hereI got this[Verse 1: Travis Scott]Yeah, yeahParked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in (yeah)Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)Bustin' the lights out soon as we came in (it's lit)What're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin' (yeah, yeah)Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (yeah)This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah)All of my demons invadin'I live paranoid, hesitatin'They bitin', they bitin', the cadence (skrt, skrt)Go out their way, it's okayJust lock the doors at the basem*ntI got a gate with my face in it[Chorus: Frank Ocean]Brand new, brand new, this new place I got toNew world, new sky that's so blue it's black tooNew growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrewBlue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thruBoy, you're too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimalBitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible[Verse 2: Travis Scott]YeahIcy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeahMixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeahTrying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeahPut 84's on lanes, I ride by you think it is spokesWe did it, we said it, we spoke, yeahWe put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uhThis is at home, right down the street, from Alamo[Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott]Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slowEven though the speed got oldSprinkling methamphetaminesOn the leaves like the snowBet they soakI'm a new species, tail swings on the roadCome to reach and lose bothGot springs like a toadSome for free in the toteSaké drown like round white diamondsCarats (yah)Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!)Landing down wind, caught two wings (it's lit!)Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!)Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!)[Chorus: Frank Ocean]Brand new, brand new, this new place I got toNew world, new sky that's so blue it's black tooNew growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrewBlue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thruBoy, you're too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimalBitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible

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[Part I][Intro: Drake]Astro, yeahSun is down, freezin' coldThat's how we already know, winter's hereMy dawg would probably do it for a Louis beltThat's just all he know, he don't know nothin' elseI tried to show 'em, yeahI tried to show 'em, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahGone on you with the pick and rollYoung La Flame, he in sicko mode[Part II][Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the boothAt the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me looseYeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupesThis sh*t way too big when we pull up give me the loot(gimme the loot!)Was off the Remy, had to PapooseHad to hit my old town to duck the news24 hour lockdown, we made no movesNow it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crewI just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba JuiceDifferent colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruitsAnd they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]Some—some—some, someone saidTo win the retreat, we all in too deepPl—pl—playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepPl—pl—playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]Yeah, this sh*t way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suitStacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clueAll of these hoes I made off records I producedI might take all my exes and put 'em all in a groupHit my esés, I need the booch'Bout to turn this function to BonnarooTold her "hop in, you comin' too"In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke(don't stop, pop that puss*!)Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uhShe said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"We ain't even make it to the roomShe thought it was the ocean, it's just the poolNow I got her open, it's just the GooseWho put this sh*t together? I'm the glue (someone said)Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]Someone saidPl—playin' for keepsSomeone said, motherf*cker—someone saidDon't play us for weak[Part III][Intro: Travis Scott & Drake]YeahAstro, yeah, yeahTay Keith, f*ck these nigg*s upAy, ay[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my handsI did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]Like a light, ayySlept through the flight, ayyKnocked for the night, ayy, 767, manThis sh*t got double bedroom, manI still got scores to settle, manI crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)nigg*s think it's sweet, (nah, nah) 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 threatWhen I shoot my shot, that sh*t wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)Wet like I'm LizzieI 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)[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the danceNow I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light (like a light)Like a light (like a light)Like a light (like a light)Like a light[Verse 4: Travis Scott]Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeahHe said "keep that on lock", I say "you know this sh*t, it's stife", yeahIt'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, yeahShawty 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, yeahPass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shookYeah

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[Intro: Swae Lee, DJ Screw & Travis Scott](Ya know? Southside)Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowlyI'm gonna let you know the moveI'm gonna let you know the moveI'm gonna take you on a cruiseI'm gonna take you home and screw(Southside)[Verse 1: 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 hereAnd there's too many honeys out hereFeel like I tripped off the drank, that's weirdFeel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird[Chorus: Travis Scott]Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowlyOh my God, I just can feel the loveDrop top with the windows upJump inside, oh, won't you roll with us?Make the devil bite the angel dustShawty, shawty, pleaseShawty, don't you goShawty what you like?Tell me what you want[Verse 2: Travis Scott]Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeahI just took a four to the head like "mane"Drop the top on the slab like "mane"Off the top of the dome like "mane"Nothin' beatin' home like "mane"In the Screw tape zone like "mane"I go Pimp C on the phone like "mane"Flip say platinum, don't do chrome like "mane"Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hangThis sh*t S.U.C smooth like "mane"Rest in peace Screw like "mane"[Chorus: Travis Scott]Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowlyOh my God, I just can feel the loveDrop top with the windows up[Outro: Travis Scott]Screw found international sound because—Throughout the South, and it's new to, um...Shawty got a thing for us

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[Intro]This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip onesAll gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey]Hmm-hmmJust know what this aboutHmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmmPalm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey]Hmm-hmm (stop tryna be God)Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmHmm-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)[Verse 1: Travis Scott]Ride for it every nightVisions and these ankles tightTruth be told, I never tryDiamonds are the wife of lifeAll three Rollies look alikeAfter two you get a hook-up priceStripper never worked a nine-to-fiveDelta and I ship it overnightStop tryna be God Almightyf*ck the money, never leave your people behind, yeahIt's never love, no matter what you tryStill can see it comin' down your eyes'Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh)When you hustle, always make it fantasy (ooh-ooh)The signal's far from what you can be (ooh-ooh)'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey]Hmm-hmm (stop tryna be God)Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmHmm-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)[Verse 2: Travis Scott]Stop tryna play God AlmightyAlways keep your circle tightI been wantin' sh*t my whole lifeI'm warning you, best not try to play God tonightIf I love her, I'ma pass her oneFirst rule of war, you find an act of oneYou can't win a trophy or a plaque off herBut never turn your back on her'Cause they did not create commandmentsWhen you hustle, always make it fantasyThe signal's far from what you can be'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYou won't succeed tryna learn meStick to the roads in my journeyStay out of court when you got the attorneyShe say she love me but want to really burn me[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey]Hmm-hmm (stop tryna be God)Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmHmm-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)[Bridge: James Blake]Is it the complex of the saintThat's keepin' you so, so, so still?Is it a coat of old paintThat's peelin' every day against our will?Is it too long since the lastOpen conversation you had? Oh, noAnd 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?[Outro: James Blake & Stevie Wonder]Woah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohWoah-oh-ohThat it?

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[Bridge: Juice WRLD]The party never endsIn a motel, laying with my sins, yeahI'm tryna get revengeYou'll be all out of love in the end[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]Spent ten hours on this flight, manTold the pilot ain't no flight plansCan't believe whatever I'm seeingAnd they know whenever I landYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Chorus: Sheck Wes]f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club upf*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)[Bridge: Juice WRLD]The party never endsIn a motel, laying with my sins, yeahI'm tryna get revengeYou'll be all out of love in the end[Verse 1: Travis Scott]Bicentennial man, put the city on slamShe get trippy off XansLost 21 grams, and she did it on camWeren't no video danceMake my own rules, I really don't pick, I just chooseI don't set picks, I just shootChop and get screwedI told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boozePut it on God, He the one who put me on topCan't be put in a boxGotta move on the opps, never got the move on the dropnigg*s tryna move on the ScottAnd move that deep, tryna run down, sh*t's deepGotta act a fool with the squadNext city, no sleep, back to the 713[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]Spent ten hours on this flight, manTold the pilot ain't no flight plansCan't believe whatever I'm seeingAnd they know whenever I landYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Chorus: Sheck Wes]f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club upf*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)[Verse 2: Travis Scott]Heartbreak hotelBet you can't take no L'sPlug like AOLWho say that I ain't gon' sell?Hand me the H, I'll sellShe said "I got a nigg*"I said "I ain't gon' tell"Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scaleI'm sick of the drank (the drank, yeah)The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)Grippin' the grain (the grain, yeah)Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)My nigg*s gon' flame (bang, yeah)Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah)Got your bitch on the plane[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]Spent ten hours on this flight, manTold the pilot ain't no flight plansCan't believe whatever I'm seeingAnd they know whenever I landYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Chorus: Sheck Wes]f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club upf*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)[Segue: Juice WRLD]The party never ends[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club upf*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)The party never ends[Verse 3: Travis Scott]Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my endsTurned 'em into Ms, why you tryna make amends?What's that smell? It's heaven's scentLike I drop shade out the windDodgin' hella sins, I can't go back there againNah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilifiedYou can't see my suns, like the light don't hit this eyeIn the function and I'm fried, this here strive is not a driveWhen they open wide, it's a riot, riot[Outro: Sheck Wes]f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)Nah, nigg*, nah, nigg*, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavyf*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)f*ck the club up, f*ck the club upThey know me when they see me, nigg*, ahhh!f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)

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[Intro: Travis Scott, Pharrell Williams, Tame Impala & 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)It's like standing in the ocean[Verse: Travis Scott, Pharrell Williams, & The Weeknd]We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the checkIt was good sex, honorable mention to the 'netJust let this wash on meDidn't pass the loud, that was out of respectAfterwards, pass the towel, I was out of KleenexIf you take your girl out, do you expect sex?If she take her titt*es out do you expect checks?First visit, I gave her a pearl necklaceNext visit, I'ma need your girl nakedTook a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic[Bridge: The Weeknd & Pharrell Williams]Like floating, if I can't be in timeI don't know, I don't know (wash on me, wash on me, yeah)In the ocean, if I can't be lovedI don't know a sound(That’s right)[Outro: Pharrell Williams, Travis Scott, Tame Impala & The Weeknd]Standing in the ocean (standing in the ocean) (Ooh)Let memories make waveEchoing (echoing), echoingStanding in the ocean(Oh, baby)Standing in the oceanFeels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed

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[Chorus 1: The Weeknd]I don't wanna wake upI want you spread out on the sheetsSaid her puss* so goodAnd her puss* so sweet, ohI don't wanna wake upI want it flowing through my streamsGetting me hotUnder my feetI don't wanna wake up[Verse: Travis Scott]Please don't wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah!)Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeahTook the belt-way down to your hood (it's lit!)Say you was in the crowd, I never lookedLooking back how things came back aroundGuess I was hookedBurn the bread and then we burn the townWe both was cooked, yeahNah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie BeamenI can make your Mondays even better like the weekend (yeah)That’s my coco I'm her Ice-T (coco)Bend her over for some piping (it's lit!)Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)Pop it now, no, we can't sleep[Chorus 2: Travis Scott]I don't wanna wake up (yeah!)Want you spread out on the sheets (it's lit!)Say, puss* so good (pop it)Oh, puss* so sweet (yeah!)When I wake up (yeah, yeah!)Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up!)Getting me high, yeah (yeah!)Under my feetWhen I wake up[Bridge: The Weeknd]You decide if I live or dieWhen you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the skyI just want your body close to me, ohAnd if I ODI'll be alone with no heartbeatI hold the hills with a coast in the LamboAnd the doors going up, suicide[Chorus: The Weeknd]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 puss* so good, (puss* so good) yeahGirl, that puss* so sweet (so sweet)I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)Oh, under my feet (my feet)I don't wanna wake up (yeah)

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[Chorus]Who's that creeping through my window?'Fore you come outside, I got the infoTook her to the endzone from the ends, thoughKnow I love to smoke, you love to lick moreWanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?All that out-your-name sh*t, that ain't called for, mm[Verse 1]Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (five percent)All that fall-in-love sh*t, gotta Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)All that speed and fly sh*t, we might teleport, yeah (skrr, skrr)All that cop harass sh*t, I might clip a sarge, yeah (twelve)Keep bouncin' that ass, you just might get award, yeahIf she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes, yeah)I pick through the familyGrab the bad sister like JanetOpps outside, don't panicGotta switch, gotta change up transitStill jump around, move antsyAnd I still don't like sh*t fancyUp late feelin' real chancyThey outside really tryna end me, yeah[Chorus]Who's that creeping through my window? (my window)'Fore you come outside, I got the info (info)Took her to the endzone from the ends, though (yah)Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)All that out-your-name sh*t, that ain't called for (yah)[Verse 2]Who the f*ck is this?Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP, while I'm tryna tipShawty said she holding, got a razor in her lipMix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet sh*tShe like "I-i-iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist" (iced out wrist)f*ck don't kiss, f*ck, she f*ck don't kiss (mwah)Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)Jump right in, there's leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)Ten miles to the crib, you know that's deep (deep, yeah)I think there's someone out there watching me, yeah[Chorus]Who's that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)'Fore you come outside, I got the info (info)Took her to the end zone from the ends, though (yeah)Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)All that out-your-name sh*t, that ain't called for (yah)[Outro]Who's that creeping through my window?'Fore you come outside, I got the infoTook her to the end zone from The Ends, thoughKnow I love to smoke, you love to lick more

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[Intro: Travis Scott]Ooh[Chorus: Travis Scott]Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)f*ck 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 can not hang it (nah)Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)Woah, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)[Verse 1: Travis Scott]Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (cah-cah)Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)Bust it down, she talkin' body language (it's lit)Eating 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 (skrt, skrt)Pull up, left with something I ain't came with (alright)[Interlude: Travis Scott]Woah, woah, woah, woah, woahWoah, woah, woah, woahIce, froze, glowGet, glow, get, glow (yah, yah)[Verse 2: 21 Savage]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 sh*t (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)f*ckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)He used to be on, that nigg* off now (he off now)I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs 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)[Chorus: Travis Scott]Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)f*ck 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 can not hang it (nah)Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)Woah, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)

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[Intro]High off life, yeah[Chorus]Seem like the life I feenSeem like the life I feen's a little distant, yeahSeems like the life I needSeems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah[Verse]Like the remedy, yeahSit back while I watch the tape, do it on repeat-repeatSins controllin' me, yeahAngels, halos over me, I need blessings and my peaceYou been out the streets, yeahWildin' on me and all my Gs, we been goin' for a weekNow you wanna peak, yeahHands up, why they tryna reach? I can't even get that deepTold you I don't teach, yeahPractice, oh no, never preachPractice, oh no, never preachInfiltrate the enemy, moving on them randomly[Chorus]Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah (yeah)Feels like the life I need, yeahFeels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah-ah)

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[Chorus: Gunna]Ice on my neck, flawless baguettesHop off a jet, barely get restCash through the month, I get a checkYves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chestChanel, her dress, clean up her messI eat her flesh, you know the restCount up a hun', cop a RolexShine like the sun, you truly blessedTwo-tone PatekIn the Clearport like I Uber these jetsVVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wetPut a M in my bag, I'ma get used to these racksI went to school where they teach you finesseFive hundred shells for the drip I investI'm the boss man, I keep cash in the deskKnow the coupe fast when they end with a S[Verse: Travis Scott]Now that I'm home, back off the roadWe shut it down, where it ain't soWith checks in the streets, Jay number foursSaint Laurent feet, put it on toesTake it with me, double your doseCouple of angels that's watching my soulJet got a bed, it's bigger windowsSaid I'll be there in 10 but I got there in four[Bridge: Travis Scott]I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in goldMmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmmI left her wide open, no self controlMmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmmTook nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and droveMmm-hmm-hmm-hmm[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]Ice on my neck, flawless baguettesHop off a jet, barely get restCash through the month, I get a checkYves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chestChanel, her dress, clean up her messI eat her flesh, you know the restCount up a hun', cop a RolexShine like the sun, you truly blessedTwo-tone PateksIn the Clearport like I Uber these jetsVVS's on me got my Louis shirt wetIt's a M in my bag and get used to these racksI went to school where they teach you finesseFive hundred shells for the drip I investI'm the boss man, I keep cash in the deskKnow the coupe fast when they end with a S[Outro: NAV]La Flame on a island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a LearjetGot Prada's every color and I got CC's you ain't seen yetSaid I'd kick the cup and now I'm asking where the codeine at30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet

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[Chorus: Travis Scott & Don Toliver]No, you can't say if I'm mad or notSmokin' hella weed, I'm on the alcoholAnd shawty lick me clean the way she suck me offI keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning outWhat would you do if you heard I got it going on?I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12)I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film[Verse 1: Travis Scott]You gotta watch out where you rockin', sh*t get realDrink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feelGotta take a long drive up the hillGang too wavy, move like Navy SealsI'm too wavy, think I need a LyftChicago baby, she just wanna drillThe vibes too wavy, it's too hard to killGotta watch out where you go 'cause sh*t get real[Interlude: Don Toliver & Fat Pat]Uh-huh, yeahSwang, when I swang, when I swang to the leftOh, yeahPo—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dipOh my[Chorus: Don Toliver]You can't say if I'm mad or nahSmokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcoholAnd shawty lick me clean the way she suck me offI keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning outWhat would you do if you had it? I got it burning outI let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12)I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film[Verse 2: Don Toliver]You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all inPlay this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'You know I hit in the morningOh, yeah, she yawningI met you in the club, bitch, you know this sh*t mean nothingOh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mhm, no—no discussionSipping on lean, no RobitussinOh, yeah, I know you love meI beat it ain't no cuddling, you down bad, you sufferingI don't give a f*ck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started thisUh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layupSpend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cutHoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like UsherYou already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia[Interlude: Fat Pat]Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the leftPop—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dipSwang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the leftPop—pop my trunk, dip[Chorus: Travis Scott]No, you can't say if I'm mad or notSmokin' hella weed, I'm on the alcoholAnd shawty lick me clean the way she suck me offI keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning outWhat would you do if you heard I got it going on?I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dipGotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killedI'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high, above the rimYou cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

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[Intro: Travis Scott]Know what I'm saying, know what I'm sayingKnow what I'm saying[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Quavo]Heard they talkin' sh*t 'bout IWho, what, when and why? (who)I'm alive, just took one to revive (yup)Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide, yeah)Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (ooh)In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills, yeah)Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (ahh, yeah)I don't open up her door, she open mine (swang)I need less stress and I need more thighs, yeah (skrr, skrr)We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)In the headrest one of 25, yes (skrr, skrr)Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (yeah)[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)When sh*t get tense, we twist up and we get fried[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Quavo]I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch (bad, bad)I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (drip, drip)We did some things out on the ways that we can't speakAll I know it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (cash)I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)I could bar up some moreHad to gather the foesHad to count up the Os (big bag)Had to summon the hoes (hey)Dodgin’ federal (twelve)I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)Rollin' the dice (hey)Rock all my ice (all ice)Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)This down and groovyTo get down, get groovy (groovy)That bitch brown and choosey (hey)Shawty (shawty), in a supersonic (yeah)Brand new LaFerrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic[Chorus: Travis Scott]Yeah, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (‘til I slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my sideAin't no fence just a hundred acres wideWhen sh*t get tense, we twist up and we get fried[Verse 3: Quavo]Was born in the movie (movie)Never make excuses (no)It was time to move it (time to move)It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)We were trained to use it (hey)They were trained to use it (trained)Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)Hit your medulla, yeah[Verse 4: Takeoff & Quavo]Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)Then shoot your producer (yeah)This sh*t for the gang, get banged and f*ck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus, I make 'em cuddle up, this not a movie[Chorus: Travis Scott]Yeah, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (‘til I slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my sideAin't no fence just a hundred acres wideWhen sh*t get tense, we twist up and we get fried

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[Intro]Murda on the beat so it's not nice[Chorus]For this life, I cannot change (change)Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)M&M's, sweet like candy cane (cane)Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)For this life, I cannot changeHidden Hills, deep off in the mainM&M's, sweet like candy caneDrop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)[Verse 1]Drop the top, play hide and seek (yeah!)Jump inside, jump straight to the league (league)Take a sip, feel just how I be (it's lit!)On freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (straight up!)Bend laws, bend lanes (skrr, skrr)Been bustin' bills, but still, ain't nothin' change (skrr, skrr)You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (mob)She caught the waves just thumbin' through my braids (alright!)Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (it's lit!)Need ya love, not a need it is a must (yeah!)Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah!)Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (alright!)[Chorus]For this life, I cannot changeHidden Hills, deep off in the mainM&M's, sweet like candy caneDrop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)For this life, I cannot changeHidden Hills, deep off in the main (yeah, yeah!)M&M's, sweet like candy caneDrop the top, pop it, let it bang[Verse 2]All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (yeah!)All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (it's lit!)Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed SantanaYeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (it's lit, alright!)Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dogs down to AtlantaYeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might beYeah, roll up, help me calm down when I'm movin' high speedYeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (straight up!)Oh, please (oh, please), Oh, me (oh, me) Oh, my (oh, my)We been movin', we been movin' for some time (alright!)Flexin', flexin' try to exerciseExercise, exercise, exercise, exercise (yeah, yeah!)[Chorus]For this life, I cannot changeHidden Hills, deep off in the mainM&M's, sweet like candy caneDrop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)For this life, I cannot changeHidden Hills, deep off in the mainM&M's, sweet like candy caneDrop the top, pop it, let it bang (ay)Yah!

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[Intro]Mhm[Chorus]I might need me some ventilationA little vacation, HoustonfornicationMind redefine new renovationsSpace coupe back out of the space stationFloat around town, do that on the daily[Verse 1]How I'm supposed to feel safe? Twelve live adjacent (twelve)Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (it's lit)Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)Yeah, you know on this side it's poppin' and it's dangerous (pop it, pop it)Ridin' through the clouds we goin' through the vapors (phew, phew)I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papersIt ain't easily done, it ain't easy (yeah)Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (it's lit)Wedding bands on my fist, sh*t is freezing (straight up)Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash)I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes, yuhJust built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (yeah)Had some real conversations with my nigg* Bill about Congress, yeah (straight up)We at the fest, come and link, per-request, yeah (alright)Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah)Seein' flashes, oh, no-no, that's my neck, yeah (it's lit)I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step (yeah yeah)[Pre-Chorus]Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, manWe always forgive but don't forget easily (oh, no)Cut my phone off so they can never reach meLife is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)[Chorus]I might need me some ventilationA little vacation, HoustonfornicationMind redefine new renovationsSpace coupe back out of the space stationIf it rise on the East, land on the WestWe gon' make that sh*t pop, bust it for a checkCall the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash[Verse 2]Yeah, nobody can press me but the pressNobody can check me when it's chess (ah, nah, for real)They comin' at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)I'm hard to catch, that's the butterfly effect, yeahI've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uhTook the girl off the network then up the net, uhIced out watches for the gang, Patek the setHad to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeahJust keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeahWe ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeahAll my dogs in my wheel, they gon' ride through to the death, yeahElevator up the hill we ain't never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)[Pre-Chorus]Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, manWe always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)Cut my phone off so they can never reach meLife is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)[Chorus]I might need me some ventilationA little vacation, HoustonfornicationMind redefine new renovationsSpace coupe back out of the space stationIf it rise on the East, land on the WestWe gon' make that sh*t pop, bust it for a checkCall the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash

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[Intro]This is all[Chorus 1]Bad-bad newsI'm just bad, bad newsGood thing, the twoBonnie and Clyde, the money and who?It's bad newsBad, bad for youBut I'm back on the coffee beanAnything in between, yeah (this is all, this is all)Back of the coffee lineBack, back, back in the bathroom line (this is all)[Verse 1]How would you feel if I had you?Trust me, you would be mad too (this is all)Shawty, we can be mad coolJust hit me if anything past dueYour family told you I'm a bad movePlus, I'm already a black dudeLeavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsedIf only a nigg* just had senseSpeaking in past tenseIt's been a week and a half sinceWe ain't been speaking and that meantYou feeling free in my absenceI've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah(This is all, this is all)[Chorus 2]Back of the coffee lineBack, back, yeah, back in the bathroom line (this is)I know they told you I'd be bad for youDon't worry, I'll be back for youAll the money and cars, stripper hoes and the tattoosBad newsBack off a coffee bean, reflecting on all you see(This is all, this is all)[Verse 2]Stressing over award showsShe's stressin' over her wardrobe (this is all)Bought the mansion on forecloseNo matter how many tickets your tour soldYou feel this deep in your torsoFeel like someone's readin' your horoscopeSome sh*t only me and the Lord knowsSOS, that's for those who hear this in morse codeToo many doors closed, cul-de-sacs and foreign doorsStill ended up at the North PoleThis is where remorse goesThis sh*t'll have you in divorce courtFighting over your seedsWriting over your deeds, sliding over your keysAlimony and feesAs your lawyer proceedsTo give out bad news[Chorus 1]I'm just bad, bad newsGood thing, the twoBonnie and Clyde, the money and who?It's bad newsBad, bad for youBut I'm back on the coffee bean anything in between(This is all, this is all)Back of the coffee lineBack, back, back in the bathroom line, yeah (this is all)