WHO? WHAT! - Travis Scott

Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying
Know what I'm saying

Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who gon' win an why
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
Know she keep an open mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need more ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flipped the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)

Had to buy some more
Had to count the fours
Had to count up the Os (big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (ay)
Dodge the federal (12)
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the dice (ay)
Rock on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy
That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the supersonic (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic

Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

Was born in the movie (movie)
Never make excuses (no)
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
We were trained to use it (hey)
They was train to use it (train)
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah

Shoot at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
Then shoot your producer
This shit for the gang,
Get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie

Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried



Credits
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Samuel Gloade, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Ronald Latour, Kirsnick Khari Ball
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