[Intro: Travis Scott]
Call the Gs, call up all the squeeze, tell them, "Get on road"
Gettin' inside, fuck, they lockin' doors, fuck, they lockin' the doors
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Strick]
Hit yo' town (Town), they unlockin' the door, she run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go five 'til five (Skrrt), wait 'til one of us doze
What's your life? Do you puff or pop? Keep up (Pop it), can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit it, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (Ha), I be dashin' to shawty who do lashes (Skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest, like direct, she came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know, all access (It's lit)
Ain't no–, woah (Woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie, that's three milli', ain't no taxes (Ah)
Double wheelie, puttin' luggage in the hatchet
I start tweakin' off the– (Woo, woo)
I start tweakin' off the batch, she get ratchet (Woo, woo)
If I let her mix my cup, never let her leave my side (Oh)
Got a tattoo on my gut, got a pistol on my thigh (Ooh, ooh)
Never ever take too much, never ever get too high (Too high)
If she ever said we fuck, then you know that bitch is bi (What? Yeah)
Who let me crash it? (Let's go) Woke up in the attic
I must went batshit
Lost a pair of Cactus, Rick Owens, trashed it
Group text, sent that message (Ayy, Trav)
Like, "Damn, what happened?
Call the Gs, call up all the squeeze, tell them, "Get on road"
Gettin' inside, fuck, they lockin' doors, fuck, they lockin' the doors
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Strick]
Hit yo' town (Town), they unlockin' the door, she run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go five 'til five (Skrrt), wait 'til one of us doze
What's your life? Do you puff or pop? Keep up (Pop it), can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit it, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (Ha), I be dashin' to shawty who do lashes (Skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest, like direct, she came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know, all access (It's lit)
Ain't no–, woah (Woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie, that's three milli', ain't no taxes (Ah)
Double wheelie, puttin' luggage in the hatchet
I start tweakin' off the– (Woo, woo)
I start tweakin' off the batch, she get ratchet (Woo, woo)
If I let her mix my cup, never let her leave my side (Oh)
Got a tattoo on my gut, got a pistol on my thigh (Ooh, ooh)
Never ever take too much, never ever get too high (Too high)
If she ever said we fuck, then you know that bitch is bi (What? Yeah)
Who let me crash it? (Let's go) Woke up in the attic
I must went batshit
Lost a pair of Cactus, Rick Owens, trashed it
Group text, sent that message (Ayy, Trav)
Like, "Damn, what happened?
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