[Intro: Travis Scott & Daniel Larson]
(This is a certified hood classic)
Straight up
Are you guys ready to party tonight?
(Boom)
[Chorus: Daniel Larson]
I am the leader, my team is my gang
Stop messing with me because you're neither
[Verse 1: Daniel Larson]
I am the king, hand me my crown
I got a smile and you got a frow
You think this is a game? You look like a clown
I'm covered in ice and I think I might drown
I'm from Colorado bitch, you know my name
Don't fuck with me 'cause I'm in a gang
Play with me, you go out with a bang
The bitch fell in love with me, pull her like a lasso
I nut on her face, turn that shit into a Picasso
Fine dining, go out like a bang
Company is more ass than Harry Potter
Pablo with the fire
I got a 9 in my hip, making you nervous?
Gonna send your ass back to Sunday Service
When your bih' looks at me, she cries and begs
Glock in my pants looking like a third leg
[Chorus: Daniel Larson & Drake]
I am the leader, my team is my gang
Stop messing with me because you're neither
Aye, aye
[Verse 2: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan', thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, aye, yeah
Like a light, aye, yeah
Like a light, aye, slept through the flight, aye
Knocked for the night, aye
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (Down the block)
Made a right (Yeah, right)
Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, 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 threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch)
See the shots that I took (Aye), wet like I'm Book (Aye)
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (It's lit)
[Verse 3: Travis Scott, The Notorious B.I.G. & Swae Lee]
(Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two, four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's four AM, and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose (Some—, Some—, Some—, Someone said)
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