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[Intro: Travis Scott]
Hah, it's lit (*sound of a jet taking off*)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm scopin' out, it's flawless (Bye)
Ruby bеzel, it's flawless (Straight up)
I'm rockin' it, it's flawless (Yeah, yeah)
I'm top-notchin', it's flawless (Yeah)
My designer, it's flawless (Ooh)
My shooter, he's flawless (It's lit)
I'm out here, it's flawless (Straight up)
Like Dark Knight, Dummo, huncho (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Whoo! I don't need an Uber, or a Lyft or nothin' (Nothin')
I pull up like skrrrt, kiss, boom, somethin' (Whoo)
M&M diamonds, choker, they ain't nothin' (Nothin')
Bought her the bust down rewards, the way it was comin'
Had to give her a rose, for every bump in the road (Ooh)
I'm the nicest around wit' the dough, got a pink Range Rover, then I painted it green
Trippie Redd I'm hotter than the sun, girl come and get you some
Even though I bought a Ton of ice, I'm still gon' shine like the sun
And I'm still gon' grow like a rose (Huh?)
Trippie Redd diamond shining like a disco
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm scopin' out, it's flawless (Bye)
Ruby bezel, it's flawless (Straight up)
I'm rockin' it, it's flawless (Yeah, yeah)
I'm top-notchin', it's flawless (Yeah)
My designer, it's flawless (Ooh)
My shooter, he's flawless (It's lit)
I'm out here, it's flawless (Straight up)
Like Dark Knight, Dummo, huncho (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yah, yah, yah!
Astromech droids on me like I'm Star Wars (It's lit)
Cash money, stowin' on me, that's couture (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bought the coupe 4-Gi's, bought the dope (Skrrt)
Rosé bottles on me, that's Bordeaux (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Neo got my back, got the bankroll (Got the bankroll)
Blow the bankroll, I'ma get it back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money stackin', keep the pocket fat (Ooh)
Throwin' rubber bands back to back (Back to back)
Hit the strip club, now I'm on a mission (Strip club)
Got the London fog like I'm from the Pistons (London fog)
so fat, need a measurement ( so fat)
Throwin' money out the train, hold, wait, wait
We form the clique, then we overpopulated
Living life like I'm playing on a Playstation
Caught the jet, now I'm eatin' on a plate, Travis
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm scopin' out, it's flawless (Bye)
Ruby bezel, it's flawless (Straight up)
I'm rockin' it, it's flawless (Yeah, yeah)
I'm top-notchin', it's flawless (Yeah)
My designer, it's flawless (Ooh)
My shooter, he's flawless (It's lit)
I'm out here, it's flawless (Straight up)
Like Dark Knight, Dummo, huncho (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
You can't stop the way a a livin' (Whoo)
I'm still ridin' dirty won't clean it up (Yeah, yeah)
Got commas in my clothes, got Gs in my shoes (Skrrt)
I'm gettin' buckets like a spalding ball, I'm too tall
Need a bad yellow bone with some good hair (Yeah, yeah)
A bad yellow bone with some good hair (Yeah, yeah)
VVSs on me, yeah, it's deep clear (Yeah, yeah)
I could buy a Bentley, don't want it, I'ma cop a Lear (I could buy it)
Lookin' for a bad chick, you could bring your friend too (Oh, oh)
I'ma come through the way Tom Cruise do (The way Tom Cruise do)
Trippie Redd, I'm hotter than June too (Trippie Redd, yeah)
I got a flame thrower on my rear view (Ooh)
Got a flame thrower, damn, damn
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm scopin' out, it's flawless (Bye)
Ruby bezel, it's flawless (Straight up)
I'm rockin' it, it's flawless (Yeah, yeah)
I'm top-notchin', it's flawless (Yeah)
My designer, it's flawless (Ooh)
My shooter, he's flawless (It's lit)
I'm out here, it's flawless (Straight up)
Like Dark Knight, Dummo, huncho (Yeah)
[Outro: Travis Scott]
It's lit! It's lit! (Hah!)
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A Lot by 21 Savage
[Intro]
12, 12, 12, 12, 12, 12
[Chorus]
I love you, Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
We ain't really with that talkin'
We ain't really with that talkin'
We're warriors, we're warriors (ooh, ooh)
I'm with my whole hood, we totin'
30s, 50s, come and get ya (ahh)
Aye, put that pride to the side
(Glizza) My as gon' slide
(Glizza, Baker)
And we flooded the block like it's dolphins
(Glizza, Baker)
I'ma get me a mop, get the job done
(Glizza, Baker)
She said "hi," I said "hello"
(Glizza)
She wanna ride with me and I'm solo
(Glizza, Baker)
I'm a rock star, check the guitar
(Glizza, Baker)
Got racks on racks, no need to charge
(Glizza, Baker)
I'm the biggest boss that you've seen thus far
(Glizza, Baker)
I'm the ghetto Tony Stark (Glizza, Baker)
You see the Ferraris and the bentleys, the beamers, twentys, and them things (Glizza)
You know the s come with them things (Glizza, yeah)
[X] came with the gang
(Glizza, Baker)
I ain't askin' questions, I just do my thing
(Glizza, Baker)
[Chorus]
I love you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm on a whole different wave
Stand too close, get hit wit the spray (pow, pow)
Take a close look at my face
Keen vision, always seein' through facades and fakes
We ain't cut from the same cloth
Different fabric, different strain
We ain't played with the same blocks
Different levels, different gains
Different strokes, different folks
Different s, different lanes
Same goals, same dreams
Different methods, different means
I'm tryna stack my chips to the ceiling
Stack my money to the ceiling
I'm still lit, it's not a feelin'
I'm still winning, say the dealin'
I'm a Grizzly bear in the field
I'm the truth, you should come see it
I'm the gloved one, no cappin'
I'm Michelangelo, I'm a Don, baby
I'm heavy on the magenta
Mama, she prayed that this rappin' work
Pockets filled with plenty Benjamin's
I'm like the Martin, I'm off the first
I'm on the back end, crossin' the margin
Ticket got booked, then we hopped in the Charger
She got a sweet tooth, it's Lil Debbie for starters
Tryna go meet me, you would think I'm a martian (ahh)
[Chorus]
I love you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 3]
Ballin' so hard, you think I'm Kobe
Pull up in foreigns, no tent, can't see me
Real street a, whole hood believe me
Feds for the sweep, hundred bands, they seized it
Some of these as hate, but it's not gon' defeat me
Keep shootin' my shots, I'm Steph Curry from three
On the block, servin' it hot, came from the bottom, pockets too deep
All they wanna know who I be
Money comin' in, I'm countin' it carefully
I kicked down the door by my mother room
And told her that I made it, now I'm out the hood, and overseas
Countin' up the parmesan, she can get whatever she want
Word to a gentleman, I swear my money too strong
Clouds in my joints, man, these as don't know me
You should read the Ta'likh to understand the story
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that !)
Had to slop the top off, it's just to roof
She said "where we goin'?" I said "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I gotta open, it's just the Goose
Who put this together? I'm the glue (somebody said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
[Chorus]
I love you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah