Old English Travis Scott (Ft. Ashton Travis & King Chip)

[Chorus: Ashton Travis]
Tonight we live our lives
I'm gonna take you to heaven tonight
Dum da da dum da dum da dum
Dum da da dum da dum da dum
Tonight we live our lives
I'm gonna take you to heaven tonight
Dum da da dum da dum da dum
Dum da da dum da dum da dum

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Yeah, fresher than a bitch with the ratchet on me
Just case it get a little ratchet homie
Roll something up then pass it to me
King Chip so cold, bitch has to know me
Know a nigga, all I know it's nothin' mayne
Eatin' pretty good while you lunchin' mayne
Leather seat back so my nuts can hang
Don't talk me to death, nigga, fuck your name (Shut the fuck up)
Know a nigga in this bitch stuntin' on them
Brand new tech, I'm huntin homie
When I'm in my zone, give a fuck who know me
Bitch ass niggas got nothin' on me
Know a niggas livin' like I'm supposed to though
Every lane on the freeway, I'm supposed to hog
Hitting doughnuts in the middle of Melrose
Nigga black on black...