Vodka

[Chorus: Travis Scott] Little vodka and some juice Mm, yeah Yup (Ooh), yup, yup [Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae] Okay, alright It's time, right now Go live (It's lit) Little vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Anything keep me loose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: London Jae] Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin' Pop it at your noggin', lock it, keep the copy Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics Drop the check deposit, youngin, hide your target, yeah Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' the profit Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own Hit the bitch I'm gone, gotta keep it movin' goin' way up Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it (yeah) Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling Catch up with me bitch, I’m on a million Know I rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin' Yeah, London gon' make a killin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo I be with my dog, call him Toto Please, no fucking photos Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best, yeah Pickin' through these bitches, leave the rest, yeah [Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae] Okay, alright (Yeah) It's time, right now Go live (It's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah) Little vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah) Anything keep me loose (Yeah, nah, for real) [Verse 2: London Jae] Bank, bank account load it up with zero Poppin' Percocets in the Matrix feelin' like Neo 40-loaded chopper, I can shoot you through the peephole (Peephole) Never goin' outside, beefin' by the P.O Got the baddest bitch around with me, I don't need to see hoe Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos I-I just want the cheese like Cheeto Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate (Skrr) I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it I Randy Moss all of my bitches, I’m throwin’ and catchin’ it Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it (Yeah) R-Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage Be in the club, see me and Travis (Haha) [Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae] Okay, alright (Yeah) It's time, right now Go live (It's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bit of vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah) Everything keep me loose (Yeah, nah, for real)