Travis Scott – R.I.P. SCREW Lyrics

(South Side) Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly I gotta let you know, the way I gotta let you know, the way I’m gonna take it all and clean it I’m gonna take it all and spend it (South Side) [Verse 1: Swae Lee & DJ Screw] And that’s all I’ve been sayin’ (South Side) If you fall for the games then you’re the one playin’ Because it’s too much money out here And there’s too many honeys out here Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird [Chorus: Travis Scott] Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up Jump inside, oh won’t you roll with us? Make the devil bite the angel dust Shawty, shawty, please Shawty would you go? [Intro: DJ Screw, Swae Lee & Travis Scott] Ya’ know? Tell me what you want [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah I just took a four to the head like “mane” Drop the top on the slab, like “mane” Off the top of the dome like “mane” Nothin’ beatin’ home like “mane” And the Screw tapes on like “mane” I go Pimp C on the phone like “mane” Flip side platinum don’t do chrome like “mane” Had the south side fade, now let the braids hang This shit S.U.C smooth like “mane” Rest in peace, Screw, like “mane” [Chorus: Travis Scott] Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up [Outro: Travis Scott] Screw found international sound because… …throughout the South, and it’s new to um… Shawty got a thing for us Shawty what you like?

Travis Scott – STOP TRYING TO BE GOD Lyrics

Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Is it a coat of old paint that’s peelin’ every day against our will? Oh no And did you see the void in the past? And can you ever see it comin’ back? [Intro] This is the rewatch, the hot pockets, the fritters, the missiles, the humans, all gathered in secrecy And flying high as a kite [Pre-Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi] Hmm-hmm Just know what this about Hmm-hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart [Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi] Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That’s not who you are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That’s just not your job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Ride for it every night Visions and these angles tight Truth be told, I never try Diamonds are the wife of life All three Rollies look alike After two you get a hook-up price Stripper never worked a nine-to-five Delta and I ship it overnight Stop tryna be God almighty Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah It’s never love, no matter what you try Still can see it comin’ down your eyes [Refrain: Travis Scott] ‘Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh) When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh-ooh) The signal’s far from what you can be (ooh-ooh) ‘Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah [Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi] Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That’s not who you are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That’s just not your job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Stop tryna play God almighty Always keep your circle tight I been wantin’ shit my whole life I wanted you bad, not tryna play God tonight If I love her I’ma pass her one First rule of war, you find an act of one You can’t win a trophy or a plaque off her But never turn your back on her [Refrain: Travis Scott] ‘Cause they did not create commandments When you hustle, always make it fancy The signal’s far from what you can be ‘Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah [Verse 3: Travis Scott] You won’t succeed tryna learn me …

Travis Scott – NO BYSTANDERS Lyrics

[Outro: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin’ in this bitch heavy Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh! What’s that smell? Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) Hand me the H, I’ll sell She said “I got it, nigga” I said “I ain’t gon’ tell” Buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale I’m sick of the drank (the drankin’) The flippin’ of paint (paint, yeah) Grippin’ the grain (grain, yeah) Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah) My niggas gon’ flame (bang, yeah) Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah) Got your bitch on the plane [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) [Segue: Juice WRLD] The party never ends [Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) The party never ends [Verse 3: Travis Scott] Family function, ain’t no friends Had a line around my ends Turned ’em into Ms Why you tryna make amends? It’s heaven-scent Like I drop shit out the wind Dodgin’ hella sins I can’t go back there again Now the dogs ain’t civilized Take the one, feel vilified You can’t see my suns Like the light don’t hit this eye In the function and I’m fried It’s the drop is not a drop When they open wide It’s a ride, right? [Intro: Juice WRLD] The party never ends In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah I’m tryna get revenge You’ll be all out of love in the end [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] …

Travis Scott – WAKE UP Lyrics

[Chorus: The Weeknd] I don’t wanna wake up I want you spread out on the sheets Said her pussy so good And her pussy so sweet I don’t wanna wake up I want it flowing through my streams Getting me hot Under my feet I don’t wanna wake up [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Please don’t wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah) Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams) Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah Took the belt-way down to your hood Say you was in the crowd, I never looked Looking back how things came back around Guess I was hooked Burn the bread and then we burn the town We both was cooked, yeah Nah, nah, please don’t wake me up, feel like I’m dreamin’ Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamon I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend That’s my coco out my ice tea (coco, yeah, yeah) Bend her over for some piping (it’s lit!) Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it) Pop it now, no, we can’t sleep [Chorus: Travis Scott] I don’t wanna wake up (yeah) Want you spread out on the sheets (it’s lit!) Say, pussy so good (pop it) Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah) When I wake up (yeah, yeah) Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up) Getting me high, yeah (yeah) Under my feet When I wake up [Verse 2: The Weeknd] You decide if I live or die When you’re close, I’m alive, I can feel the sky I just want your body close to me (oh) And if I OD I’ll be alone with no heartbeat I hold the hills with a coast in the Lambo And the doors going up, suicide [Chorus: The Weeknd] I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up) I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets) ‘Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good) Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet) I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up) I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams) Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot) Oh, under my feet (under my feet) I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

Before you come outside, I got the M4 Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (my window) Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4) Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah) Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah) Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah) All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah) [Verse 2] Who the fuck is this? (my window, who?) Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4) Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah) Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick) Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? Know the tint is dark (five percent) All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah) All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr) All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve) Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah) I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet Opps outside, don’t panic Gotta switch, gotta change up transit Still jump around, move antsy And I still don’t like shit fancy Up late feelin’ real chancy They outside really tryna end me, yeah [Chorus] Who’s that creeping through my window? [Chorus] Who’s that creeping through my window? All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm [Verse 1] Who that creepin’? Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP While I’m tryna tip Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist) Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah) Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins) Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz) Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah) I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah [Chorus] Who’s that creeping through my window? Before you come outside, I got the M4 Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though Know I …

Travis Scott – NC-17 Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott] Ooh [Chorus: Travis Scott] Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah) Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet) Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit) If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice) Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah) Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh) Whole thing of vultures start vibratin’ (rawr) [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Don’t do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing) Shawty got the K, don’t entertain threats (grah-grah) Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same) Bust it down, she talkin’ body language (it’s lit) Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up) We gon’ have to change for the banquet (drippin’) Solo with Mussain is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt) Pull up, left with something I ain’t came with (alright) [Interlude: Travis Scott] Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, ice, froze, go, get, gone Get gone (yah! yah!) [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Three main bitches thinkin’ they my main bitch (21, 21) Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (straight up, straight up) Don’t you come outside, we on that gang shit (straight up, straight up) Had to switch my t-shirt ’cause she stained it (on God) Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21) Fuckin’ ’round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out) He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now) I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now (straight up, straight up) Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21) If it’s ’bout my bae or ’bout some smoke I’m on my way (skrrt, skrrt) Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I’m not signed to Ye (on God) I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21) [Chorus: Travis Scott] Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah) Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet) Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit) If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice) Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah) …

CupcakKe – Blackjack Lyrics

[Verse] Scooby dooby doo (bark) He a dog in the bed Mayo on bread How I spread my legs (open me up) Bring flowers instead Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket Stomach like a beauty salon Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed Pause on that dick when I’m on it I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was) He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it” His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait I like to move it, move it, wait Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap Tinted windows every time we outside Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive) Let him masturbate with french fries (fries) Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime) Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime) He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time [Hook] Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack [Verse 2] It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked) No facebook, I get poked (Poke me) This day giving me hope [?] Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum) One stroke in, he gon lay down Kids all on me like a playground (on my face) Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound [?] for that nigga like H Town Still want more, Tic Tac Toe Nigga just got 3 holes in a row Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat …

Travis Scott – CAN’T SAY Lyrics

I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real You cop it live, boy I got it all on film I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12) I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind) You cop it live, boy I got in on film [Verse 1: Travis Scott] You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby she just wanna drill The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real [Interlude] I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk Dip-dip-dip-dip Oh my [Chorus: Don Toliver] No you can’t say if I’m mad or not Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all? [Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)] No you can’t say if I’m mad or not Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to) Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12) I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind) You cop it live, boy I got it all on film [Verse 2: Don Toliver] You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’ You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing Oh …

Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna] Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex Shine like the sun, you truly blessed Two-tone Patek Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks I went to school where they teach you finesse Five hundred shells for the drip I invest I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk Know the coupe fast when they end with a S [Verse: Travis Scott] Now that I’m home, back off the road We shut it down, say it ain’t so With checks in the streets, shade number four Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes Take it with me, double your dose Covered with angels that’s watching my soul Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four [Bridge: Travis Scott] I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm I left her wide open, no self control Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm [Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott] Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex Shine like the sun, you truly blessed Two-tone Pateks Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks I went to school where they teach you finesse Five hundred shells for the drip I invest I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk Know the coupe fast when they end with a S [Outro: NAV] La Flame on a island Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet Got Prada’s, every color And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”? 30 …

Travis Scott – COFFEE BEAN Lyrics

It’s bad news, bad-bad for you But I’m back on the coffee bean Anything in between (this is all, this is all) Back of the coffee line Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all) [Verse 1] How would you feel if I had you? Trust me, you’ll be mad too Shawty, we can be mad cool Just hit me if anything past due Your family told you I’m a bad move Plus I’m already a black dude Leavin’ the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed If only a nigga just had sense Speaking in past tense It’s been a week and a half since We ain’t been speaking in mad mins You feeling free in my absence I’ve been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah (this is all, this is all) [Chorus] Back of the coffee line Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-) I know they told you I’d be bad for you Don’t worry I’ll be back for you All the money and cars Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news Back off a coffee bean Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all) [Verse 2] Stressing over award shows She’s stressin’ over her wardrobe Bought the mansion on foreclose No matter how many tickets your tour sold You feel this deep in your torso Feel like someone’s readin’ your horoscope Some shit only me and the Lord knows SOS, that’s for those who hear this in morse code Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and foreign doors Still ended up at the North Pole This is where remorse goes This shit’ll have you in divorce court Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds To give out bad news [Chorus] I’m just bad-bad news Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde The money and who? It’s bad news, bad-bad for you But I’m back on the coffee bean Anything in between (this is all, this is all) Back of the coffee line Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all) [Intro] This is all [Chorus] Bad-bad news, I’m just bad-bad news Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde The money and who?

Travis Scott – CAROUSEL Lyrics

You already know who it is Ya boy, Big Tuck Freight Train Tuck Astroworld is now in session, ya understand? [Intro: Big Tuck] What’s crackin’? I’m the dean of this here I got this [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Yeah, yeah Parked at the Days Inn, ain’t takin’ no days in (yeah) Don’t need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright) Bustin’ the lights out soon as we came in (it’s lit) What’re they talkin’ about, what’s it pertainin’ (yeah, yeah) Need me a therapist to ask if I’m aging (yeah) This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah) All of my demons invadin’ I live paranoid, hesitatin’ They bitin’, they bitin’, the cadence (skrt, skrt) Go out their way, it’s okay Just lock the doors at the basement I got a gate with my face in it [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Brand new, brand new This new place I got to New world, new sky That’s so blue it’s black too New growth, new growth All these fades I outgrew Blue bands, blue bands Get my cash from drive-thru Boy you’re too flash, too flash Keep the flash minimal Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold See my breath visible [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Yeah Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in vogue, yeah Put 84’s on lanes, I robbed, how you think of the spokes We did it, we said it, we spoke, yeah We put it out, thought it was small, these five or four, uh This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo [Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott] Moving in silence don’t mean it’s movin’ slow Even though the speed got old Sprinkling methamphetamines On the leaves like the snow Bet they soak I’m a new species, tale swings on the road Come to reach and lose both Got springs like a toad Some for free in the tote Saké drown like round white diamonds Carats (yah) Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!) Landing down wind, caught two wings (it’s lit!) Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!) Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!) [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Brand new, brand new This new place I got to New world, new sky That’s so …

Travis Scott – HOUSTONFORNICATION Lyrics

[Intro] I might need me some ventilation A little vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station Float around town, do that on the daily [Verse 1] How I’m supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve) Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah) Yeah, spendin’ all my time up there gettin’ faded (it’s lit) Yeah, handin’ out the E! to the Entertainment (alright) Yeah, you know on this side it’s poppin’ and it’s dangerous (pop it, pop it) Ridin’ through the clouds we goin’ through the vapors (phew, phew) I’m just tryna get the paper, stayin’ out the papers It ain’t easily done, it ain’t easy (yeah) Pop a seal like it’s Chris, make it look Breezy (it’s lit) Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up) Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash) I just want the peace, it’s still Lambo’ over Mercedes, yuh Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby) Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo’ mama (yeah) Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill, about Congress, yeah (straight up) We at the fest, come and link, per-reques, yeah (alright) Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah) Seein’ flashes, oh, no-no, that’s my neck, yeah (it’s lit) I’ve been livin’ paranoid, watch yo’ step (yeah yeah) [Chorus] Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no) Cut my phone off so they can never reach me Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah) I might need me some ventilation A little vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station If it rise on the East, land on the West We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash [Verse 2] Yeah, nobody can press me but the press Nobody can check me when it’s chess (ah, nah, for real) They comin’ at my neck like Gillette (Gillette) I’m out the cash, that’s the butterfly effect, yeah I’ve been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh Took the girl off the net, worked it up the net, uh Iced out watches for the game, Patek …