A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Travis Scott

"WHO? WHAT!"

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying?
Know what I'm saying?

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Heard they talkin' sh*t 'bout I
Who, what, when and why? (who?)
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yup)
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide, yeah)
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (ooh)
In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills, yeah)
Was talkin' Frenchy's, but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (ahh, yeah)
I don't open up her door, she open mine (swang)
I need less stress and I need more thighs, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest, one of 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
When sh*t get tense, we twist up and we get fried

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Quavo]
I picked my favorite dancer out then pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch (bad, bad)
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (drip, drip)
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (cash)
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
I could bar up some more
Had to gather the foes
Had to count up the Os (big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (hey)
Dodgin’ federal (twelve)
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the dice (hey)
Rock all my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that coochie (coochie, coochie)
This down and groovy (ooh)
To get down, get groovy (groovy)
That b*tch brown and choosey (hey!)
Shawty (shawty), in a supersonic (yeah)
Brand new LaFerrari (woo), my b*tch ride iconic

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five
That's the countdown 'til I slide (‘til I slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (on my side)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (acres wi-)
When sh*t get tense, we twist up and we get fried (get fried)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Was born in the movie (movie)
Never make excuses (no)
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
We were trained to use it (hey)
They were trained to use it (trained)
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah

[Verse 4: Takeoff & Quavo]
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah, pew-pew-pew)
Then shoot your producer (yeah)
Then she f*ck the gang, get banged
And f*ck on the group, she a groupie (yea-ah)
Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus
I make 'em cuddle up, this not a movie

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five
That's the countdown 'til I slide (‘til I slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (on my side)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (acres wi-)
When sh*t get tense, we twist up and we get fried (get fried)

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2018 Lyrics.lol