Travis Scott - Rodeo Album Lyrics

Nine light years away, just outside of the Kepler solar system
We find ourself consumed and utterly mesmerized
With a story of a young rebel against the system
Refusing to conform or comply to the ways of authority
He chose the mood of "f*ck this shit"
At that moment, the one known as Jacques turned to Scott
Chose to jump off his mama porch leading the stampede of lost souls
In the middle of their metamorphosis, not quite through with their journey
Ain't made it through whatever the f*ck they gon' be in life
But wherever it is, it's better than here
So f*ck you and f*ck this

No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me, and come down with me
Yeah that's all I need in my fantasy

You remind me of my ex, crazy love
We designed our love around the drugs
We both in this club, we both tryna f*ck
I'ma rub a dub, tryna get a nut

No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights blinding me
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me, and come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy

The story of the bastard was never told
The soul of a bastard was never sold
Will he survive, or will he fold up?
Living like a bronco, lifestyle wild and untamed
Sit sip at the top, a long list of no named
Misfits can't wait to get a chance to say f*ck you
To the ones that say f*ck you
'Til you doing yo' thing, Codeine and Cocaine cartels
Who leads the charge of this young mob?
La flame he is in his head, the world is yours

Wake up nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes in the farms
Might gotta got to rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy, 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might need to move to Atlantis, 'cause my mind's too outlandish

It's the rodeo, time to get started
Houston nigga, goin' James Harden
They was wildin' on us niggas in the projects
Wonder why a nigga went cold hearted
They wanna put my soul up on an auction
But I'ma make 'em take the fall like August
And they gon' vote me right in on my caucus
And I'ma show these niggas how to get lawless
Why your hands out, asking could you hold one
Who do I owe? Nigga, no one
They bigging you up but you low down
Animated acting frozen
I got porno pics, wish I can post 'em
Stackin' Franklins, I can't fold 'em
Niggas askin' for the old him
But I'm way too young to be the old him
I'ma make this shit crack, Lamar Odom
'Til I climb to the top of the podium

So wake up nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes, niggas on the farm
Might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy, 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might move out to Atlantis, 'cause my mind's too outlandish
We gon' rule the world, we gon' rule the world
We gon' rule the world

La Flame says "let your ambition carry you"

Yeah
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time
Oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
(Yeah)
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time
Oh my
Oh my, oh my

I've been up for a long time
Broad day
I've been popping pills
Pouring syrup, everyday
Cuzo hanging at my aunty house (bando!) selling ye
I got shooters dressed in camo
Oh my
I've been in and out the courthouse, drug tripping
I've been flipping, flipping syrup, sipping, water whipping
Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my
I might end up on the couch now, oh my
I'm on a flight now (yeah!), oh my
LA at another couch now, oh my
I'm counting up nothing but Benjamin's right now (money)
Oh my
I'm on a flight now, we so high
About to get some cash now (cash!), oh my
Got my momma that new house now (momma!), oh my
Now she cannot kick me out now (no!), oh my
I've been up for a long time (La Flame!), oh my

Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time
Oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my

Wow
Let me tell you a little story about this side
You really can't make it on this side
Lot of lone stars on this side
I feel a lot home on this side
Ball until we fall on this side
Lit late night on this side
You never come around past midnight
You miss everything on this side
This side, this side
This side, this side, this side, this side
This side, this side
This side, this side, this side
I made a lot of money on this side
Lost a lot of money on this side
Had my first kiss on this side
Learned a lot of shit about this side
Clearly I've been thinking about this side
Tryna get back on this side
Tryna get back whats been mine
I gotta get back on this side
Really miss the feeling of the late nights
Shit we used to do around midnight
Hangin' on the corner had shit tight
Doin' all the drugs had to get right
If I could get my partner back it would be nice
He would shoot the one, wouldn't think twice
He was too involved with the street life
Only way to live on this side
This side, this side, this side
This side, this side, this side, this side
This side, this side
This side, this side, this side

Young rich nigga from the north side
Paid my dues on this side
Flipping up bricks on this side
I made it out the hood I'm on the other side
All my niggas on this side
Keep it one hundred on this side
Love to get money on this side
No new niggas on this side
Look at my diamonds don't get blind
You better handcuff you ho with a zip tie (cuff!)
I will take a busta down on this side
Broke niggas stand to the left side
Handsome and Wealthy on this side
I came from the bottom and now I'm on top thats phenomenal
This side, this side, this side, this side
If I do not make it I wonder where I will go
This side, this side, this side
Graduated from the midget
This the life I was living
Graduated to a million
It's the money that I'm getting
Graduated from a hotbox now I ride around in a Bentley
How we do it on

This side, this side, this side
Always, always this side
This side, this side, this side
Thats right, thats right
You ever come around thats midnight
Midnight, midnight
You know how I like my lean, po' up
Just right
On this side
Find everything you need, everything you need on this side
This side, this side, this side
Is right

(For The Coat)
(ft. Future & 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Future]
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
F*ck niggas, they scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot
These niggas is scared

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it
Painkillers, ain't got backpain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public
Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yonce with a Iggy on her
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it
All these cups and damn, all these hoes, these niggas up to somethin'
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly
It's trill niggas, where it's niggas, a whole army of 'em
I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't tell my 'countant on me
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord!

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Verse 2: Future]
Dro with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas from Mars, you ain't got no heart
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
I'm counting I'm dripping I'm fiending
I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill niggas real niggas popping them pill niggas
I stack up a mil nigga like it's a lil nigga
This for the one who's gon' load up the k for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for the niggas that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for you bitch you ran off and did weight for me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga f*ck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga I f*ck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God he bring me Actavis
Ain't nobody triller than Metro ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private I do it, take all the mollies I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I'm proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on on on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room
I spent racks on these tennis shoes
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me to put the mink up
Forgiattos on a Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck
I do shit that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug
I was born with sum' nappy hair
Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi's my alias
Real niggas my radius
Trill niggas on the song with me
(Only trill niggas I know)
If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter
In a black Mercedes with her
Doin' about 180 with her
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident all eloquent, leather shit in my front yard
TV by my swimming pool, got it built like a sports bar
Chevelle with a new motor, got the bitch like a sports car
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi, I don't f*ck with hoes that wear sports bras
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station
Call momma's house the Jag station
Emoji sad faces
Look at these niggas
I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Bridge: Future]
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill man, I'm takin' their spot
We ride on a yacht
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town them niggas don't play round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say f*ck all the rumors say f*ck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say f*ck all the rumors say f*ck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say f*ck all the rumors say f*ck all the rumors

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Travis Scott]
Wasted or nah? (Aw, aw, yeah, aw)
Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted at night

Take a sip, drownin' in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head
I been takin' risks to make that money flip, shots to the head
I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit, go to war with this, you overboard, I'm over-bored with shit
Now, it's pay a player, pay a nigga, got a day-to-day to stack and still, I pay accountants
Twenty racks to show just a little allowance, only come to Houston if the boy allow it
Bow your head to a real one, comin' down with them main niggas
H-Town, don't play with us, them with-it boys stay with-with-with it
I been grindin', slavin' over time since I was a fan
Lookin' in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man"
One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker, young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yeah

[Pimp C]
It's really goin' down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-it-it's really goin' down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[Juicy J & Travis Scott]
There's a lot of motherf*ckers that can't handle they liquor, can't handle these drugs (Wasted or nah?)
It's only real niggas that can handle their shit, man (Wasted or nah?), yeah (Wasted or nah?)
So if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?
Make sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up, let me see you up

[Juicy J]
Is you wasted, baby? One shot, two shots and you still talkin' crazy (Trippy)
Three shots and you faded, freaks comin' out at night and they gettin' X-rated
Four shots now, she wanna do the clique, any more shots, she ain't gon' remember shit
Smokin' on extendos, no clips, project hoes goin' up in the Ritz (Trippy)
She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh, she just wanna f*ck and drink and chief all the weed up
Sexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime, pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time"
Shawty never been a hesitator, got her goin' down on the elevator
Heard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her, f*ck her from the back, keep the neck for later
No magic trick, but I levitate her, with the magic stick, nothin' less than great
When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone, don't text me later, no extra favors

[Pimp C]
It's really goin' down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-it-it's really goin' down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[T.I.]
Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say
All the products of a young man gone the long way
From the home that he known, 'til he roamed where he at
And the phone break up, unknown wake up
Several one-night-stands, hung up phone, break up
If he fall, will he fly? Sure, it wouldn't take much
For you to find out, jump, have you took that plunge?
If not in the same spot, how could you judge?
(H-h-how could you judge? C-c-could you judge?)

(Dean, what's poppin'?)
(Yo, Travis)
Mmm, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021

She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley (honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy

Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, do

Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, ooh
He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley
Hmm, yeah, to find that alley (mmm)

Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, do

In that 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
It's the superstar girl (baby's hooked)
Superstar girl, roaming in that alley (on feeling low)
Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
Ooh-ah

Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, granny, uh
What happened? Now my daddy happy, mama called me up
That money coming and she love me, I done made it now
I done found life's meaning now, all them her heart'd break
Her heart not in pieces now
Friends turning into fraud niggas
Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
I'ma sell it, you niggas salary 'bout to cap, bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smiling at 'em laughing at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin

Yeah, yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told my auntie put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they counting on me
Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em
Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support her, nigga

Oh, don't pray for love
Oh, say it loud
Just ask the lonely, oh
Just ask the lonely, oh

Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young
Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love
Pray for my liver when I'm off, in this club
I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin' us
Man I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been livin'
Man I can't take no more of the white powers in position
Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich
Told Chase we ain't goin' back, you know, we gotta hitch
I mean I'm, aggravated, agitated, I admit
Intoxicated, animated, got me feelin' kinda lit
Contemplatin' fornicatin', might as well f*ck up some shit
They lookin' at me way too crazy, got me feelin' communist
But I'm just tryin' to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix
If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick
Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz
It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us

Oh, don't pray for love
Oh, say it loud
Just ask the lonely, oh
Just ask the lonely, oh

Pills
Have you ever been through life's
Challenges? Promises? Promises?
Get down it, heartbreak

Let me tell the lost tell about Jacques
Let me tell you how I turned Scott
How I went down on the block
Waterfall around ten o'clock
And how we came up gettin' all the knots, dodgin' cops, yeah
'Fore a nigga had the locks
'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops
Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch
Every time we in the party, took it up a notch
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout this new girl, and she doin' pop (Ohhh)
Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box
(Don't pray for love)
Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX (Ohhh)
And f*ck CNN, they don't wanna see us win (said I-)
Mama don't you worry no no more, worry no no more
I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor
You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow
And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow
Pray for love

No, oh
We don't pray for love, no more
We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton, no more
We don't wanna see you on the news, no more
All alone

Underrated is an understatement
They tryin' to test greatness, a nigga tryin' to get paid
These niggas fiends watchin' all of my moves
'Cause the music like crack on me, cookin' all day
I'm right here, you know where I stay
And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way
She like my show lights, she want to be wife
She know that if she got me then she gon' be good for life
So I pull out 'fore the climax
Faster than a hi-hat, sorry baby, I don't play
And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin'
And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me
My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce
Like they sell that coke boy, shout out to the Coke Boys
They never pray for us, nobody pray for us
Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, don't pray for love
Oh, say love (just ask the lonely)
Just ask the lonely, oh (just ask the lonely)

[Swae Lee:]
Did you have the time of your life?
Let's have the after party at my place
Do you have some spare change?
On me I've got hundreds I'll throw in your face

[Travi$ Scott:]
Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young free and wildin', order more kidneys

Dope, I sold dope
All these hotties poppin' on the floor
And we're stuntin', know you see the GLO
Girl these hundreds, thought I'd let you know
Since LA, I've been puttin' on
Cirque De Soleil, I've been on and on
I got this money, tell me what you want
For this money, can you drop it low?

Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young free and wildin', order more kidneys
When the night calls, oooh
When the night calls, oooh
Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young free and wildin', so order more kidneys

[Swae Lee:]
Freaks come out at night
We bring our fantasy to life
Point me to the ice
And I don't need your drank, high off life
Someone kill the lights
I brought the party favors, just get piped
All my bitches right
But I want you and you tonight

[Travi$ Scott:]
Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young free and wildin', so order more kidneys

When the night calls
All the money, all the hoes and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls

[Chief Keef:]
Aye, walked up in the bank, ordered me some funds
Walked in the strip club, order me some ones
I walked up in the gun store, order me some guns
Your bitch walked up in the spot and she ordered me for lunch
I just ordered me some brunch, curry and spicy garlic
Bitch I come from eating McDonald's
Girl you know I'm from the projects
I'm a G I come through ma like Wu-T-A-N-G we come through wildin'
I ain't chillin, Caesar with the chopper, boy you don't blow no poles, I know
I got me some angles
I got me some money for
I got me some haters
I got me some feds, I got me some cake
I got me some UPS, I got me a freight
Order some more money, order some more money
Order some more moneyy, order some more bottles
Order some more bitches, order some more money
I know you want to be rich, bitch

When the night crawls
All the money, all the ass and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night crawls
All the money, all the ass and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls

[Kanye West:]
Yo, yo, yo
I use your face as a urinal
Then do the same at your funeral
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
This one here for the executives, f*ck you and all your relatives
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, nigga behave, nigga behave, nigga behave

[Travi$ Scott:]
Us niggas, we can't behave
We mobbed on the pave
Got treated like slaves
Young niggas treated like slaves
This the moment I've been waiting for
This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
Told momma, "bitch get back in the door"
I've been coming up and down, a nigga can't take no more
Kamikaze over commas
Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans
I can't fit in
Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins
Pop a penicillin, nigga you gotta get with it
My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now
The same f*ckers that used to doubt
All preaching that they proud
I pull my zipper down and whip it out

[Kanye West:]
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
Turn this up teacher, play this in the third grade
In the third grade
Can't hide from the truth, yeah we're about to go ape
We bout to go ape, these streets is not safe
These niggas ain't playing
These niggas ain't playing
These niggas ain't playing
This for my fam
This for the fam, do this for the fam
Hop outta the lamb, hop onto the gram
What the f*ck was you saying?
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
Piss in your grave, I'll piss in your face
I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date
F*ck is you saying? F*ck is you saying?
F*ck is you saying? Me and La Flame
Is you not entertained?

Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back!)
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote

Party on a Sunday (That was fun!)
Do it all again on Monday (One more time!)
Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!)
I might do it all again (That's boss shit)
I just hit a three peat
F*cked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry!)
I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no!)
My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up!)
She just want the coco (Cocaina!)
I just want dinero (Paper hunting!)
Who that at the front door?
If it's the feds, oh-no-no-no (Don't let 'em in, shhh)

Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)
Don't go through the front door (In the back!)
It's lowkey at the night show
At the night show
At the night show (Higher)
At the night show
At the night show (Get lit my nigga)
At the night show

Anything can happen at the night show
Everything can happen at the night show
At the night show
Anything can happen at the night show
At the night show
Your bitch not at home, she at the night show
F*ckin' right, ho
Had to catch a flight for the night show
Let's get piped though
Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light though
I ain't got no type though
Only got one night though, we can do it twice though
It's lit at the night show

At the night show
At the night show
At the night show
At the night show
At the night show
At the night show
Anything can happen at the night show

Stackin' up day to day
Young nigga you know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga
They hatin', they stinkin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where...

Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back!)
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote

You the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed
This the time of the year I feel alone
This the time of the year you treat me wrong
This the late night, you know the deal (deal)
On a late night no where to chill
Yeah, I'm on the west, yeah, I'm on the west side
Off the drugs, no, I'm not the best guy
But you know I always get it done
You done had all of the rappers, I'm the one, yeah
Ain't gon' lie, I remember how it feels, yeah
Ain't gon' lie, I'mma tell you this for real, yeah
Split a pack of the woods down
Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now
Always come and go and never fail
It was never love, I could tell now
She popping more Blue Chanel just to get it up
Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular
With them painted toes in them heels
Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible

You the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed
This the time of the year when I'm alone
This the time of the year we get it on
I can't lie when I ride on the west
Yeah, the west, yeah, yeah, the west side
And lately I ain't been feeling the best
Cause you the best, yeah, you my best high
They know what you're dealing with
Know you know what's wrong, what the feeling is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rastas rolling in Benz up in here
Bandits poppin' them bars up [?]
Man don't run up the bands that make them gun claps in here
No fear, no fear, you rock, I hear
I'm gon' let you know that the man is for real
Yeah, for real, for real

Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible

I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
I could do the impossible

[Travi$ Scott + Young Thug:]
Made it to LA, yeah
Finally in LA, yeah
Lookin' for the weed though
Tryna make my own dough
Callin' for Maria
Lost without Maria
I dive in the marina
So trust me, baby trust me
Trust me, baby trust me
Trust me, baby trust me
I don't mind
Trust me, baby trust me
Trust me, baby trust me
Trust me, baby trust me
I don't mind
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Yeah I don't mind
(Travi$ eating chips)
Travi$ Scott
Thugger Thugger, nigga

[Hook - Travi$ Scott and Young Thug:]
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk

[Travi$ Scott:]
Twelve more hours left for us in a day
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Bring your ass over here now
You know where, how I stay
I've been gone for some time now
I just want a lil' taste
Mix it, mix it, pour (lean, lean)
Drinkin', sippin', slow
Drink so cold now, froze, froze, froze
Come on over, get drunk

[Justin Bieber:]
Damn girl, I'll be up late
If you want you can meet me at the studio
Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night
Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio
I'm guessin' this is new to you
Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you
Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie
Girl I just wanna see what that booty do
Let's lose each other's mind
Let's make each other's night
We'll take advantage of time
While we're both intertwined
Girl I want you on the rocks, no chaser
Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya
I know you stay sober
I'm sure a few drinks won't phase you

[Hook - Travi$ Scott and Young Thug:]
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk

[Young Thug:]
Caress lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free
(Call your friends and lets get drunk)
Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis
(Call your friends let's get drunk)
Yeah I need to skeet
Call it back from the track
Then I'ma speed race in that
Lil' mama still got my back
Pull down your pants, I want crack
I'm rollin' weed, this ain't trees (Bitch)
My bitch brown like Hennessy (Bitch)
Big blood like Freddy in dreams (Bitch)
Dressed in a tie like the Dean (Bitch)
Drunk and in love with my baby
Baby do not go fast, go slow, wait
Tell me, tell me information, I got rained on me
Let's take a shot together and then lay up like planks
Never ever, do I wanna leave my little lady
Patrón down, back down, they got a plan 'fore that boy wake
Told God if I get a iced out watch I won't be late (I promise)
Every time I try to stick it in all the way
Baby girl be like "ay ay, ay ay"

[Hook - Travi$ Scott and Young Thug:]
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk

[Hook - Toro Y Moi & Travi$ Scott:]
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up on my level, disappear, please don't reply, bye
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, yeah
Take a sip revive, take a trip to the down south

[Travi$ Scott:]
I be flying high, can't you tell from my red eyes?
Took a trip from Pari down to Houston for your apple pie
Where the girls get way too drunk and they got that in they trunk
Now turn around and show the world
How you shake that rumpty rump
Say it, we don't f*ck with cops, oh no, we don't f*ck with cops
In my backseat, I got four freaks who love how my speakers knock
Don't bring no sand to the beach, all we want is love and peace
Find a girl to bring home, cause we about to take a flight to go be on, yeah

[Toro Y Moi:]
(It's true)
It seems like flying's all I do
(All I do)
There's no one's seated next to you
(Next to you)
In the meantime, I'll watch colors change in the sky
And I'll watch you go by (Get down)

[Hook - Toro Y Moi & Travi$ Scott:]
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, It take long to get this fly
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty
If you ain't up on my level, disappear please don't reply, bye

I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
Ooh, I can tell, baby, I can tell
You ain't told no tales, you ain't told no tales
Yeah, gone out of your way, you know we can tell
Yeah, I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell

I can tell 'bout the night tales and the dry spells
All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from
And how we took off and how we on top
And how we won't fall, how we going up
Or how we came up, or how we came up
It all started in the basement
Was an attic but we called that shit the basement
Bass to break all my momma's vases
Unc' shot my first 8 then nigga I probably wasn't eight then
Always hit the gas like I broke wind
They said my way of making dollars never made sense
Come take a dive a waterfall in the deep end
I can tell you 'bout the nights out in Fort Bend

I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
Yeah, you ain't told no tales, you don't-mhm
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell (yeah)
No, you don't tell, yeah-ah-ah (yeah)

Yeah, I can tell 'bout the night tales
And all the dry wells, and all the long roads
And all my ideas before the cornrows (straight up)
How we came up and how we came down
Going donuts, coffee couldn't help now (La Flame)
How we zoned out, made it out the wood now
And what it do when they wanna be your friend now (oh, no)
How to get it, how to live and get it in now
How to go from scraping pockets, making his demand now
I been impulsive, non-emotional, staying humble 'bout it (yeah)
Tilt the posture, sick, pass the bottle (yeah)
Five-o-four hot boys
Minus the bad rap like Silkk the Shocker (yeah)
But I'ma pull up the silk, to shock her with the silk
Nigga, you know I been a rocker, dripping milk and knockers
Take it up another notcher, take it up another notcher
I top a, pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about ya
I'll bumbaclot you, bumba-bumba-blocka shot ya
Bling and bang, a bang a rapper
Bangarang, I brought my money back
Orangutan diamonds hangin' on my neng-a-lang
Bitches hanging on my dang-a-lang (straight up)

I can tell, baby, I can tell (yeah-ayy-ah)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (yeah-ayy-ah)
Yeah, you ain't got no tales, you ain't-mhmm
I can tell, baby (woo), I can tell (hoo, hoo)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (how 'bout I come over there)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (all of them bitches can tell)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (all of them bitches can tell)
No, you don't tell, yeah-ahh

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you and your friends come eat with me
And let me show you how to whip that recipe
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you come over and eat with me
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip that recipe

I don't want your apple pie, mama
I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me
Made it out the spot, straight to quintana
And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka
I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup
I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher
Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas
I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone

Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama
I don't want your apple pie, no
I don't want your apple pie, mami
I don't want your apple pie no more
I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds
I need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy
Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama
I need my own pepper please
I need my own legacy, my own recipe

I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up
I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark
That y'all see a legacy go up
Goyard done break your pockets
Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up
I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons
H-Town, know we gon' stunt
I'm for real and your Rollie tick
Look bitch, this the Rodeo
But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit
I don't want your apple pie, mama
I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me
I am everything except a rapper
Shit I got at least 25 lighters on my dresser

Rocks in the night
Rocks in the night
Rocks in the night
Rocks in the night
Rocks in the night
Rocks in the night

[T.I.:]
Que sera sera, so the story goes
On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute
Tours and shows and groupie whores
Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot
Though he'd rather not
Forever been the elephant in the room
That everyone can't wait to run and tell about
The head to the body of the belligerent militant group
That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised
Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised
Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind
Will he make it? Was it worth it?
Did he win? Will he survive the Rodeo?

[Ok]

[Zonaman:]
Ya 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
Zonaman in the building

[Hook - Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q:]
Ok, ok, ok
Already know it's gonna be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Ok, ok
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have, shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have, shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok

[Travi$ Scott:]
Let's get this shit lit poured right
Need me 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
Ok, Ok, Ok
Now it's bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve them candy canes
Ok ,ok, bouncing to La Flame put you up on game
Teach mix a little [?]
Them bitches scared them bitches scared

[Hook - Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q:]
Ok, ok, ok
Already know it's gonna be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Ok, ok
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have, shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have, shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok

[Schoolboy Q & Travi$ 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 on ice
Tell a bitch get right make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga hit that twice
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Got my first M 2012
Now a hundred k in the mail
Free another hommie on bail
Money low her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell me money ain't shit
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 I grew to get the Pringle man chip
Walk on with a twenty inch clip
Walk on while a real nigga limp
Black nigga green grass no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set
Feel like a dot on that cross hang on

[Hook - Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q:]
Ok, ok, ok
Already know it's gonna be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Ok, ok
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have, shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Shouldn't have, shouldn't have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok

[Alright]

Alright, alright, alright
Balling down the corner
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Take the long way home
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

Jacques was born April 30 aye
Doctor said he wouldn't be home in thirty days
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mamma said her son gon' be a gift
Mamma said her son gon' be the shit
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mamma coming home with different niggas
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Really be alright, alright, alright, alright
Feel like I need me a sip
Feel like I'mma need me a bitch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

[SZA:]
There's blood on your face
Salt on your skin
Your battle is done, for now

Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna blow these trees alright
Hit another lick and we gon' be alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright
Hundred all we need we gon' be alright
Alright
Alright, alright

[SZA:]
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come meet your puddin' pop
All night

She take a shot of Hennessy
I take a shot of Pimp C and slow up
I do this shit for him and me
I'm the next lone star to blow-up
Picture being locked in a box
Selling beats 'cause you need dollars
They say I can make it to the league, mama
500 dollars all we need, mama
Then we gon' be on
Tired of seeing the lights off
Pops heatin' up the stove
Was close to stealing and killing, now just to get 'em on
Couple drinks down of Rosé
I'm tipsy, y'all faces done look like an emoji
The RAV4 turned into a Rover
'Til it took flight and ended up on the shoulder
Now our money a little longer
Lookin' back how we finnesin', we ain't know shit
They gave me three, got twenty five on the low
Who knew that lump sum would get me on?
My fifteen seconds last a little longer, longer
I can shit all day, diaper
Call that eat-all-day; itis
Will I ever fall off? I doubt it

No, no, no, no
All these diamonds shinin'
All this gold on me, all these foes on us
How do I dodge these zombies?
They want my soul from me
Know that I'm gone, but one thing:
They will never catch me
Falling off, falling off
Never catch me falling off
Falling off, never catch me
Falling off, falling off
Never catch me falling off, falling off
(Oohh, ohh, oohh) right
(Oohh, ohh, oohh) right
(Oohh, ohh, oohh, oohh)