Blunt Talk

[Intro: Bryson Tiller]

Skrrt

Hold up, hold up, who this right here?

Oh, shit

Where the fuck you come from?

With your fine ass, so true

Hold on

Ayy

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]

Pulled over my whip, never seen nothin' quite like this

That's how I'm comin', just like this

Straight to you blunt, just like this (Ooh)

Blunt to you like this, love when I talk to you like this

Says a whole lot to you, I wish (Ooh)

I wish I met you before him, you wish you met before she did (She did)

We wouldn't have to keep secrets (Ooh, yeah)

We can leave the four season

Blow thirty K for no reason, smoke Mary Jane and I'm chiеfin' (I'm chiefin')

Drop, drop top, South Beach with it, know the sеx was meaningless

'Til you fucked around let me hit it ('Til I hit, ooh)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

Ayy, let me hit ya, let me hit it, yeah

Show you something different, yeah

Talkin' crazy, girl, know I'm talkin' crazy

Treat you like my lady, would you be my lady?

[Bridge: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]

Got a plane ticket one way

Come stay, hon', you wanna play, huh?

Okay, hon', oh, you a freak, huh?

Fuck with me, hon' (Yeah), I got what you need, huh

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Yeah, out too many blunts (Yeah)

Spring her off the hits (It's lit), everything legit (Yeah)

Movin' like a blitz, crib like the Ritz (Like the Ritz)

So you know there's room

So, baby, please

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]

Ayy, let me hit ya, let me hit it, yeah

Show you something different, yeah (So you know there's room)

Talkin' crazy, girl, know I'm talkin' crazy

Treat you like my lady, would you be my lady?

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & Bryson Tiller]

Don't like to talk the bizz' (No), just like to play the witch

I know the problem is (Yeah), they bothered by the kid (Kid)

Bust 100K for the fans, yeah, hood scholarship (Cash, cash)

Took a lot of pain, now I got the bank, got a lot to give (Big bag), yeah (Woo-woo, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Bryson Tiller]

I take the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt), come through like Santa (Woo, skrrt, skrrt yeah, choppa bag)

Let her take a pic, flood the cavana (Ooh-ooh, woo, Bring the hundreds back)

All my dawgs are lifers, ain't got standards (Woo)

Had to take this life it got—

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]

I'm sick and tired of debates, the feds 'side with the grates

I beat the trial of the day (Big mean), I told the judge not today (12)

Boy, the gates get away, it's way, way out the way

Not a plane you can take, find out where we stay (It's lit), yeah