[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott, Young Thug & Quavo]
Better view with a landscape
Pass it, but she not your rout, uh (Woo)
Made it here for the bow, uh
If I don't, take me out, uh
Tattoos on my man's face
The counter wild, it take a while, uh (Yeah)
Servin' out the bathroom stalls, uh (Hold on)
Skirts and heels and marble towel, uh (Skrrt)
I up the numbers, did it rapidly
It's trampoline how it's boun– uh (Bounce)
S and V's run the town, uh (S and V's)
Send it off, then back around, uh (Woo)
Make everything everlasting (Woo)
We the last of the sound, uh (Woo)
Drop the wave, lеt 'em drown, uh (Duh-duh, duh-duh, Woo)
[Verse 2: Quavo, Young Thug & Both]
Two-hundred-K for the nеck piece (Piece)
Hundred-thousand for the jet ski (Splash)
The Birkin bag make her sexy (Birkin)
Dunk a bitch, Lisa Leslie (Uh)
Fashion week, belt by the Presley (Elvis)
Cactus Jack Lambo' chocolate, Nestle (Skrrt)
I'm wrappin' my Lamb' fluorescent (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We straight out the North and we pressin'
I know we all crazy (Know we crazy)
They let like four K's in (Four)
Trap out of all the Days Inn (Drop 'em off)
Shoot at the opps we facin' (Smoke)
Don't need a surfboard, we wavin' (Surf)
You talk like you tough? Then say it again (Who?)
Huncho, he straight out the dog pen (Roof)
We all in
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
M&M it up (Yeah)
Shimmy-dim it up (Woo)
She the formula (Yeah)
And she had a car (And she bought a car)
Kawasaki ride me, and she Illuminati
And she from Dubai and Daddy, Mommy love me
Never talk about a thing 'cause I'm already up (Don't worry 'bout a thing)
I don't wanna top it, but I wanna stop it
I don't wanna cop it, but I had to cop it
One rose gold chain came sloppy
One came hard, one came topless
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold on, hold on
We the biggest niggas in the whole zone, whole zone
Get the shit right, not to prolong, prolong
Buyin' big Bentleys, get my quote on, quote on
Inking up my body, wrote on, wrote on
I can promise niggas'll get rode on, rode on
Keep the big K with extended clips
So, no, don't you get fucked up and we can make some decimals
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