[Part I: Ok]
[Intro: Zona Man, ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott]
Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight
Leaders of the new school
They ain't want to let us in but they had to
Trav, tell 'em what it is, Zona Man in the buildin'
(Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh)
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never, should've never let them niggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Oh, okay)
Should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott, ScHoolboy Q & Both]
Let's get this shit lit poured right
Need my drugs, alright, call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today (Okay, okay, okay)
Now it's bombs away, bitches kissin' bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy cane (Okay, okay)
Bouncin' on La Flame, put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh)
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never, should've never let them niggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Oh, okay)
Should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott]
Bottom bitch say, "Ho," know you on top when the top get floored
Crib where the cop won't go, Rollie on bling-bling, neck-neck on ice
Tell a bitch, "Get right," make a nigga miss that flight, can a nigga hit that twice?
Should've never let us niggas in
Got my first M 2012, 'nother 100K in the mail
Free another homie on bail, money low, her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell you money ain't sh—, when you tried to tell me water won't whip
When you tried to say this quarter won't flip, since Snoop, who the other rich Crip?
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip? Walkin' with a twenty-yard clip
Walkin' while a real nigga limp, black nigga, green grass, no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set, feel like I died on that cross, hang on (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh)
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never, should've never let them niggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Oh, okay)
Should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, okay)
[Part II: Alright]
[Intro: Travis Scott]
Alright, alright, alright (Ballin' down the corner)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Take the long way home)
Alright, alright, alright (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Alright, alright (Hmm-mmm, oh-ah, ooh)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Jacques was born April 30, ayy
Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days, he gon' be
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama said her son gon' be a gift
Mama said her son gon' be the shit
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama comin' home with different niggas
Daddy out there hangin' with the killers, will it be?
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Feel like I'ma need me a sip
Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
[Bridge: SZA]
There's blood on your face
Uh, salt on your skin
Your battle is done for now
[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]
Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright (Mmm-mmm)
Find another lick and we gon' be alright (Mmm-ah-ooh)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright (Mmm-mmm, woah, woah-ooh, woah-ooh)
Alright, alright (Mmm-mmm, woah, woah-oh-oh-ooh)
[Outro: SZA]
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come, make your puddin' pop
Alright, all night (Eee-eee-eee-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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