[Verse 1: Travis Scott & CHASE B]
Run it (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, custom the things, custom the wings (Huh, huh)
I had to custom the vibe, custom the link up
Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine
Cover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V
Yeah, our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends
Yeah, our misery really ain't nothin' to see
I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat
Bring out a bag of the weed
Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve
Blew it out and I'm relieved, takе it down, now you relieved
Rathеr you leave, then you go back out on me
Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least
You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week
Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet
We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, let's go!
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
We've been— fuck shit up, we, stuck, stuck, stuck
City up, up, back to back—
(Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Like it thick with a bounce, you all in the count
Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave
Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump in the house
You come with two when it's late, you know the brown one is my fav'
Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Step by step, watch yourself (Yeah)
Cleaners got anything you might've left
I couldn't do none of this by myself
With mafia, they in the tuck (Yeah)
I gave you fifty to boost up your butt
I gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed
I tried to choose you, you'd rather go club
Know what to do, you rattled me—
Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond age-
Got a couple of the vib'—
For the simulation, gotta re-up the—
[Chorus: J. Cole (from recording) & Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, front, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm
Woah, mm-mm, mm-mm
Yeah, ooh-woah
Fuck shit up at the club
Yeah, yeah
Drop down (Run)
Horse around, horse around
[Chorus: J. Cole (from recording) & Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, front, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
