Pull Up Travis Scott (Ft. Luxury Tax 50 & Rick Ross)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Hilt for the shocker
Out the hilt, out the hilt, hilt
Out the, off the hilt (Hilt)
Jumping out the hilt, they been jumping

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
On my dick, thirty-eight hoes on my dick
Is it natural? Wide? Is it thick?
Checks in my pocket and my kicks, kicks
Took the risk, Rose-gold Patek on my wrist
If I pull up, pull up, is it lit?
Beepin' by the gate
I've been beepin' by the gate, I've been

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Damn, all these stars on my head
Okay, it's cool, keep this ice, keep me fresh
Chase hit the stu' with me, somethin' I can hear
You know I'm James in The Garden, I can't miss
Ooh-ooh, I been through it, let me vent
I sat back and watch 'em switch up from my side of the fence
Old niggas makin' rules, tryna box young Scotty in
Live and die just by two codes: love your haters; no new friends
Find a way to let it fade from me by the sip
Take it down 'til I feel it in my ribs
She come right through, then I send her to the crib
Then she know, now she know what it is, yeah