CONTEST (Physical Edition)

[Intro: Travis Scott]

Yeah

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest (Bitch)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Bitch)

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best (Bitch)

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests (Bitch)

Ayy, bitch, I'm courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified 'cause I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Bitch, I'm antisocial, don't be talkin' (Talkin')

You a target, spin your block and park it (Bah, yeah)

Sippin' all this codеine, don't be coughin' (Ugh)

Move with caution, coronеr gon' chalk it (Straight up)

I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest ('Test)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Impressed)

My lil' fine shit bad as fuck, face, ass, breasts (Breasts)

I just paid a million for some shit I gotta test (Skrrt)

Yeah, I know they fiendin' still, but I got the fix

And you know it's never chill when I'm out the mix

We been runnin' lobbies, still floodin' out the pit

Puttin' this shit on, gettin' too real, my bitch takin' pics

I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos, I'm tryna get my medal

Young Jacques out the Meadow, came up off of riddles

Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin to

All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2: SoFaygo]

Hop in the 'Rari, then I fuck up the street

Diamonds on fleek and my lil' bitch elite

When we pull up, we gon' make 'em retreat

We 'bout to go animal, 'bout to go beast

Uh, you know they take out the bank, huh

Fuck 'round and pop out a tank, yeah

You know my gas, it be dank, uh

I might just fuck 'round and blank (Woah)

I don't see nothin' but that pape', I gotta get it up (Yeah)

Told her, "As soon as I land, I need you to eat me up" (Yeah)

In this black truck, you can't see, I got the windows up (Yeah)

Told the driver hit the gas, I almost spilled my cup

[Chorus: Travis Scott & SoFaygo]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

I've been winnin' all my life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that bitch yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch