JACKBOYS 2

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Travis Scott
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''' 1집 Rodeo''' 2015년 9월 4일

''' 2집 Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight''' 2016년 9월 2일

''' 3집 ASTROWORLD''' 2018년 8월 3일

''' 4집 UTOPIA''' 2023년 7월 28일

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''' 믹스테입 Owl Pharaoh''' 2013년 5월 21일	''' 믹스테입 Days Before Rodeo''' 2014년 8월 18일	''' Quavo와 합작 Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho''' 2017년 12월 21일	''' 컴필레이션 JACKBOYS''' 2019년 12월 27일
''' 컴필레이션 JACKBOYS 2''' 2025년 7월 13일

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Travis Scott	Sheck Wes	Don Toliver	SoFaygo	Luxury Tax

<colbgcolor=#1C1B20><colcolor=#fff> JACKBOYS 2
아티스트	JACKBOYS & Travis Scott
발매일	2025년 7월 13일
장르	힙합, 트랩, 레이지
길이	55:45
트랙	17
프로듀서	AM, Cardo, Derek Anderson, Dilip, FnZ, Gylttryp, Jenius Level, Mustard, Otxhello, OZ, Roark Bailey, Sean Momberger, Tay Keith, Unimerce
레이블	Cactus Jack Records Epic Records

1. 개요

2. 트랙리스트

2.1. JB2 RADIO

JB2 RADIO
[[JACKBOYS|

JACKBOYS

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Intro: Bun B

You're now listening to KJB2 (JACKBOYS)

Stay tuned for more (You must see it to believe it)

Talkin' 'bout Screw and candy paint, swangers and drank

It's, you, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah)

And we tellin' them, "This is where it's goin'" (Mhm)

Like, this is, this is what's happenin', we're, we're the next city to blow

We got the lifestyle, the night scene, we got everybody, everything

And this is the album that will explain it to people (Yeah)

2.2. CHAMPAIN & VACAY (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

CHAMPAIN & VACAY

Travis Scott & Don Toliver

Intro: Waka Flocka Flame & Travis Scott

Brick Squad

Travis, Waka, Scott, Flocka, Flame

Mm, mm

Mm

Chorus: Travis Scott & Waka Flocka Flame

This shit get intergalactic (Yeah, Flocka)

They like to ski, let's take these bitches to Aspen (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (No way, yup)

She wanna go hard in the damn paint (Flocka, yeah)

Let me see you go hard just for me, babe

Can you go hard? (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Interlude: Waka Flocka Flame

Squad (Squad)

(North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange—)

Baow, baow, Flocka

Verse: Travis Scott, Waka Flocka Flame & Don Toliver

Back and I'm causin' a stir

How the fuck I got the drink out in Europe? Shawty keep twistin' her hair (Baow, baow, baow)

She wanna see how the— hah, hah, she wanna see how the JACKBOYS move (Flex, baow, brr)

Spit on the mic, baby, check, one, two (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)

Couple of killers, I'm flyin' a private, I ain't even gotta go check my tool (Flocka)

Like what's up? What's up? What's up with niggas?

They wonder why I don't wan' fuck with niggas

Remember when they wouldn't fuck with niggas

I changed the city from all that I know (Baow, baow)

I'm tryna bring a Grammy to the Mo

Soon as she see me, she open her throat

Call her Little Caesars, she hot, hot, and ready to go (Rollin')

I don't like turnin' up none of my hoes

Shit that I hit, niggas never would know

You not my shit, that's twinski

Fuck me good, get an AMG Benzki or a brand-new Lambski (Ski)

Niggas be prayin' they turn me down, whole time, nigga, I been geeked (JACKBOYS 2, squad)

Yeah, hittin' your bitch whole time you been sleep

Walked in LV, ten chains, feelin' like a nigga just walked in ten deep (Yeah, JACKBOYS 2)

Yeah, man, I swear these old niggas kill me (Baow, baow)

Know my YNs feel me (Baow, baow, baow)

They just want the real me, yeah

Blue Bugatti, I'm dodgin' TMZ (Baow, baow)

Made a hundred off pushin' T's (Baow, baow, baow)

Now my phone on DND, yeah

I just made her pay the fee

I just made her stay for keeps

Ridin' shit, it never leaks

You know how many T's I— psh

See Travis Scott Live

Get tickets as low as $58

Chorus: Don Toliver & Waka Flocka Flame

This shit get intergalactic

They like to ski, let's take these bitches to Aspen

Know you a freak, girl, you can stop all the actin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

She don't really do the vacay and the champagne (Flex)

She wanna go hard in the damn paint (You know, Flocka)

Let me see you go hard for me, babe

Can you go hard? (Squad)

Outro: Bun B

Paul and them, Paul and Juicy and them was the last niggas to fly

'Cause they was not goin' nowhere without it

And when the goddamn Excursion came, that was, nigga, that was it for them

They damn sure wasn't flyin', 'cause now they can bring as many niggas as they want

They got enough room for clothes, DJ turntables, sticks

Weed, liquor, all that shit

All in one motherfuckin' truck, nigga

2.3. 2000 EXCURSION

2000 EXCURSION

Travis Scott & Sheck Wes, Don Toliver

Intro: Sheck Wes

Yeah

Chorus: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes

Ayy, ayy, what?

2000 Excursion (Whip it), forty for a bird (Bird, yeah)

Tryna hit the Booby, bitch, just say the word (Don't say it)

Peeped it for my brother first, it's the early bird, ayy (Brr, yeah)

Ayy (Woo), ayy (Woo), ayy (Ayy, what's up? Yeah)

Verse 1: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes

I don't get the bag, get the duff' (Woo)

My baby can't do me enough (Bitch)

The best, they pourin' me up

No plastic, styrofoam cup

I'm on the Southside whippin' the truck

On tracks not givin' a fuck (Skrrt)

On wax not givin' a fuck (Woo, fuck)

Like Jalil, not givin' a fuck, yeah (Woo)

He sleep with a Spanish bitch in the club

Bro know his Spanglish, that's good enough

We took an hour out of the afterhours just to fuck up all the ones

I got a bunch, you ain't doin' brunch

I got a front that ain't gotta front

I put a blunt in a blunt

Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Make it last tonight (Woo)

Before you pass me by (Woo)

Verse 2: Sheck Wes

Hey, I'm tryna see somethin' shake, see somethin' go crazy, girl, you out with the JACK right now

Gang-gang-gang on the block with the drop, still tryna flip that pack right now

I'm tryna see somersault hit the vault, I'm tryna see somethin' jump right now

We cause a scene with the team, you know it's a panic every time that the JACK touch down (Bitch, yeah, bitch)

I'm tryna hit it, see your vertebrae (Woo)

I got hoes on salary from Sydney out to Paraguay

Gotta pay your passage, baby, you can't be no stowaway (Yeah)

You can't bring that baggage on this voyage, just took a dose a day (Yeah)

You obey me, do what I say (Woo)

I score goals like Pelé, Zizou, Ginola, Galatasaray

I got a bitch stay out in the bayou, play Marvin Gaye, sip chardonnay (Bitch)

I touch down all over the map, my bitch a dog, my bitch a brat

She send the stacks

Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Night, make it last tonight (Yeah)

Before you pass me by (Yeah)

Verse 3: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Make it last tonight (Yeah)

Before you pass me by

(Before you pass me by)

(What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on?)

Late night in the alleyway, cars parked on the corner (Yeah, every time the JACK touch down)

I been waitin' for three hours, I been waitin' on you (Yeah, JACK touch down)

JACKBOYS in Texas, JACKBOYS in California (Every time the JACK touch down, yeah)

Woah, it was nice to know you, uh

When the JACK touch down (Hey)

I'm tryna see somethin' shake, see somethin' go crazy (Yeah)

I'm tryna see somethin' shake, see somethin' go crazy, hey

Verse 4: Travis Scott

Back in the mix, you fell through from where you fell

You dipped from somewhere else

Left for somewhere else

Ridin' with my strap, so I'm not really by myself

Hand on my belt

Price on my health

Crackin' a seal, yes, I sip by myself

Ten different Chanels on this trip

So why am I still trippin' on myself?

Chorus: Travis Scott

Ayy, ayy, what?

2000 Excursion, forty for a bird (Bird)

Tryna hit the Booby, bitch, just say the word (Don't say it)

Peeped it for my brother first, it's the early bird (Brr)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Brr), ayy, what's up? (Ayy, yeah)

2.4. KICK OUT

KICK OUT

Travis Scott, 21 Savage

Intro: 21 Savage & Travis Scott

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

JACKBOYS 2 (Yeah)

Come up out that watch (Yee)

Come up out that bracelet (Yee, yee)

Don't buck, nigga (Yee)

Gon’ be ketchup all on the walls

Pussy

Chorus: Travis Scott

If this shit get complicated, you get kicked out

Like I ain't got no place to stay, yeah, I circ' out (Yeah, I circ’ out)

Verse: Travis Scott & 21 Savage

Ayy, that red Malibu, Roberta packed it like a Shelby

Cuzzo ten, bustin' Stangs, swappin' stereos

I oblige, bumpin' Mary (Bumpin' Mary)

Merry Christmas 'round this bitch, wasn't really merry (Shit was scary)

Halloween like every day, more ordinary, okay

Platinum slugs and princess cuts for the tooth fairy, okay

Only time we seen results was watchin' Jerry (Jerry, Jerry)

Only time I seen a lake was watchin’ Ricki (On God), okay

Bronem sleepin’ with them sticks 'cause it get sticky (Brr, brr, it get sticky)

We brought magic to the stu’ 'cause it get tricky (I get tricky)

Had to violate the strip, yeah, come and get me (It's litty)

They done ran out of George, we throwin' Benjis (Throwin’ hunchos, it's lit)

All this sauce, I'm makin' cheese like Jon and Vinny's (21), cousin Vinny

All these gold flakes on my couch, I think I'm Lenny (The Roc)

Now we bus 'em to the lake, I think I'm Jenny (Down the block)

Seen the wrist, turned to results from pushin' pennies (That's on Jacques)

Only book that's in my crib is the Guinness (Straight up, straight up, not a lie)

How long can these records spin? 'Til infinity (Err-ah, on God)

Chorus: Travis Scott & 21 Savage

Woo, woo, woo, woo (21, 21)

If this shit get complicated, you get kicked out (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Go, go, go

Like I ain't got no place to stay, yeah, I circ' out (Go, go, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go

Intro: Travis Scott

Woo, woo, woo, woo

Woo, woo, woo, woo (On the)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Like a bouncer)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Like a)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Think I drowned it)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Bring it)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Make an announcement)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah, she)

Verse: Travis Scott & 21 Savage

Fuck that bitch, leave that ho where I found her (I did)

Whole lot of paraphernalia on the counter (Yeah)

Kickin' game, kickin' niggas out like a bouncer (Yeah)

Caught him slippin', threw him in the water like a flounder (Pussy)

All this water on my wrist, I think I drowned it (Think I drowned it)

Out the country, yeah, I got the smoke, I'm bringin' ounces (Bring it)

Got niggas that'll kill for me if I make an announcement (Make an announcement)

High as a kite, she just popped a pill, yeah, she downed it (Yeah)

Do what I like, she appeal to me 'cause how she bounce it (21, how she bounce)

Flew her out, turn her out, she was an out-of-towner (21)

Tan bitch, put her in the V, now she browner (Now she brown)

Turn her up, now she turnt up off of downers

Outro: Vybz Kartel

(Vybz Kartel)

2.5. DUMBO

DUMBO

Travis Scott

Intro

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

Yeah

Man, let's go

Pre-Chorus

Can't nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)

Tour and drop like I do (I)

Party in the seven like I do (Seven)

'Caine, she sniff, she hachoo (Hachoo, let's go)

Still tuck, hopin' they try you (Woo)

Big toting, nothin' by you (It's lit)

That skin caught out of the bayou (Skin)

That Oyster right on the dial (Oyst')

That marble right on the tile (Moist)

That body too great (Huh)

That private, didn't I fly you? (Huh)

That whole 'fit, didn't I style you? (Huh)

Took codeine, it's been a while (Huh)

Chorus

I bet she goin' dumbo (Dummy)

I bet she goin' dumbo (That bitch a dummy)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Woo)

I bet she goin' dumbo (Straight up)

I bet she goin' dumbo

I bet she goin' dumb

Refrain

Come on, let it fall to the waistline

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

Confetti, let it fall to your waistline

You get wasted, just don't waste mine

Interlude

Right, right

Woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woo)

Verse

Shawty, she nice, shawty, she love the green, shawty, she like that white

Shawty geek mode, shawty in geek-geek mode, time to go get that flight

Tryna get home, tryna get right back home, know they gon' get me hype (Hype, hype)

Yeah, yeah, gotta sleep with one eye open

Can't trust her, she stolen, but I'm already in too much motion

That bitch tryna get her a promotion, twist my gas, pour my potion

Can't tell if I'm hot or cold, hip on fire, wrist on frozen

Don't know if she thick or slim, waist go in, ass explodin

I just went up again, just popped ten, no ibuprofen

Back-to-back skin on skin, can I swim in this ocean?

That come-down no emotion, yeah, yeah

See, the whip ain't no regular body, the whip got a kit like BBL

One digit on back of the truck and she's backin' it up, no CDL

She with us, I say, "Who do you love?" And she tired of lust, I know she meant well

See the difference when you on this side, lil' baby, the truth ain't hard to tell

Chain on ice cream, can't melt, your nigga don't like me, oh, well

Ain't no peace prize, Nobel, no more gang-gang, cartel

Promise you it won't go well, shit get sticky, caramel

Say your prayers, farewell, body color of pastel

Outro

Oyst'

2.6. MM3

MM3

SoFaygo

Intro

Mm, like I said, this shit forever

Believe that

Yeah

Chorus

Maison Margiela my shoes, Maison Margiela my— ayy (Bitch, bitch)

Saint Laurent my denim, Saint Laurent my swag (Brr)

Bitch, you can't keep up with 'em, that lil' nigga pop tag (Woo, bitch)

Yeah, you know a nigga got rocked, yeah, you know a nigga pop back (Okay, yeah)

I fell in love with the high (Yeah), I fell in love with the high (Bee, yeah)

You can't even look in my eye (Yeah), because you livin' a lie (Bitch)

I fell in love with the love (World), she fell in love with the life (Yeah)

Cartier came with two type (Two type), bitch, do you see what you like?

Verse 1

I know you been seen the hype, she wanna run and get right (Right)

You never wanna go back, know I treat you better, bae, please do not fight (Skrrt)

Tokyo Drift when I slide, I keep that hot shit on side (Blaow)

I live a wonderful life, bitch, you fucked, you tryna be sheisty (Fuck)

Is it 'cause I get fly like a byes? Is it 'cause of my nigga beside? (Bee)

Is it 'cause I've been out of my mind and I got all this sauce, and I don't even try?

Matter fact, I know Lord is my God (Yeah), and them racks gettin' bigger in size (Yeah)

When they tell me I'm never stop poppin', I just go and walk with that blue when I cry (Ho)

Verse 2

Huh, I got the wave, woah

Huh, I made that bitch lose control

Uh, MM3, all of my clothes

Uh, I'ma go Maison the toes (Huh)

I make 'em sweat at my shows (What?)

And they keep bite all my flows (Let's go)

I'm with the gang, right or wrong (Yeah)

Bitch, you know money get long (Skrrt)

Fuck with me, you know that I'm gone (Skrrt)

I wake up and get fly like a drone (Huh)

On the road, I've been barely at home (Huh, what?)

Fuck that bad bitch, I've been in that zone (Huh)

Stars align, man, I feel like I'm chosen (What?)

I don't got time to kick with you hoes (Yeah)

I'm on mine and don't give me no more (Yeah, yeah)

When it's time and I'm ready for war (Yeah, oh)

2.7. VELOUR

VELOUR

Don Toliver, Sheck Wes

Intro: Bun B & Don Toliver

Niggas, man, used to be over at Mack, Mackadell crib, man

Wet, with no electricity, windows open

Eatin' cereal out the box, slapbox

(Alright)

Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, yeah)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fuck it up, alright, woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Let bodies dropped, I'm bored (Woah)

Got two hoes in the mornin' (Dos)

I'm plugged in like the cord

Bad hoes you can't afford (Woo)

This shit here, I abort (Yeah)

This why I'm still on tour (Bitch)

I hit it 'til it's sore (Bitch), I'm the leader of the board (Board)

I'm gettin' down in the core

Don't give no fuck about floor seats (Yeah)

Got cash and I want some more (Some more)

She soft like my velour

Verse: Sheck Wes

Holy moly, my bitch divine

She break the rules, I pay that fine (Yeah)

She got a Birk', then she one of mine (Bitch)

Ain't made the cut, you was movin' out of line

Switch up my hoes, can't waste no time

I'm a young nigga, gotta let me live life

Fir thirty-eight thousand, I'm fly, bitch (Woo)

Everything I touch like Midas (Let's go)

Just put gold on all my dimes (Bitch)

Hardstone psychos by my side (Ow)

Bitch, my dogs on wrong or right

With the mudboys, pour mud on ice (Yeah, woah)

I love a bitch that blow my mind, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Sheck-E gon' skeet, then I take flights, see me no more

Oh, oh (Yeah)

Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes

Let bodies dropped, I'm bored (Let's go)

Got two hoes in the mornin' (Okay)

I'm plugged in like the cord (Yeah)

Bad hoes you can't afford (Yeah)

This shit here, I abort (Bitch)

This why I'm still on tour (Yeah, bitch)

I hit it 'til it's sore (Yeah), I'm the leader of the board (Board)

I'm gettin' down in the core

Don't give no fuck about floor seats (Yeah)

Got cash and I want some more (Some more)

She soft like my velour (Woo)

Refrain: Don Toliver

Alright (Woo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Outro: Don Toliver

Alright (Yeah)

Alright (Yeah)

2.8. CONTEST

CONTEST

Travis Scott, SoFaygo

Intro: Travis Scott

Yeah

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

Chorus: Travis Scott

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest (Bitch)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Bitch)

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best (Bitch)

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests (Bitch)

Ayy, bitch, I'm courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified 'cause I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

Verse 1: Travis Scott

Bitch, I'm antisocial, don't be talkin' (Talkin')

You a target, spin your block and park it (Bah, yeah)

Sippin' all this codeine, don't be coughin' (Ugh)

Move with caution, coroner gon' chalk it (Straight up)

I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest ('Test)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Impressed)

My lil' fine shit bad as fuck, face, ass, breasts (Breasts)

I just paid a million for some shit I gotta test (Skrrt)

Yeah, I know they fiendin' still, but I got the fix

And you know it's never chill when I'm out the mix

We been runnin' lobbies, still floodin' out the pit

Puttin' this shit on, gettin' too real, my bitch takin' pics

I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos, I'm tryna get my medal

Young Jacques out the Meadow, came up off of riddles

Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin to

All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle

Chorus: Travis Scott

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

Interlude: SoFaygo

Woo (Catch)

Let's go (Catch), yeah

Woo (Catch), yeah

Yeah (Catch), let's go

Verse 2: SoFaygo

Ran up bands, it's not a contest

Couple bags, I ran up a check (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)

That's some shit that you gotta respect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We don't do the shit that you expect (Yeah)

Hop in the 'Rari, then I fuck up the street

Diamonds on fleek and my lil' bitch elite

When we pull up, we gon' make 'em retreat

We 'bout to go animal, 'bout to go beast

Uh, you know they take out the bank, huh

Fuck 'round and pop out a tank, yeah

You know my gas, it be dank, uh

I might just fuck 'round and blank (Woah)

I don't see nothin' but that pape', I gotta get it up (Yeah)

Told her, "As soon as I land, I need you to eat me up" (Yeah)

In this black truck, you can't see, I got the windows up (Yeah)

Told the driver hit the gas, I almost spilled my cup

Chorus: Travis Scott & SoFaygo

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

I've been winnin' all my life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that bitch yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

Chorus: Travis Scott

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

2.9. ILMB (feat. Travis Scott)

ILMB

Sheck Wes

Chorus: Sheck Wes

I love my bitch (Yeah)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch

I love my bitch (Yeah), but we don't look at love the same (Bitch)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but do we look at love the same? (No)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but we don't look at love the same

Verse 1: Sheck Wes

She say I'm nonchalant (Nonchalant), I don't care and I don't change

You the one I want (The one I want), you ain't gotta call me names

I ain't gotta front, I got a gang of hoes like Flavor Flav (Yeah)

I ain't got my gun, my gangster bitch tote one every day (Bitch)

She roll up my blunts, heat up my meals, and watch me play 2K (Yeah)

She so in love (Love), say anything like nowadays (Yeah)

Chorus: Sheck Wes

I love my bitch (Bitch), but do we look at love the same?

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), I love my bitch (I love my bitch)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I— (Yeah, bitch)

Verse 2: Sheck Wes

Who's by my side when I was on my lonely?

Who's on my side when I ain't see the homies?

Long live Gigi, long live Kobe

Gotta listen Chief Keef, I can't love no thotties (Yeah)

You be lovin' thotties that be **** everybody

Got a couple thotties poppin' pussy in the party (Bitch)

I be in the party getting higher than Bob Marley (Bitch)

I'll buy you a G-class, you buy me a 'Rari

I need me a rich bitch, sponsor me (Come sponsor me)

Fallin' out of love, gon' be a tragedy (Yeah)

Chorus: Sheck Wes & Travis Scott

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but she get up on my nerves (Get up on my nerves, yeah)

I love my bitch (Bitch), I love her swag, I love her curves (Yeah)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), she's never feelin' insecure (I love her, 'cure)

I love my bitch (Yeah), she love me back, I swear, I'm sure (Sure)

Like, I love my bitch (I love my bitch), I love my bitch (I love my bitch)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch (Yeah, yeah)

I love my bitch (Bitch), I love my bitch (Yeah)

Verse 3: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes

And she give me all the love

Snuck Lil Uzi Vert (Woo) in her purse right in the club

Said, "I love you" first (Huh?), she said, "Only in God I trust"

To make the matters worse, I left them hundreds, fifties in them duff'

I asked a lot and still, you know my AP bitches keep the stuff

One thick like Georgia 'cause she moved to NY, think she know 'bout 'roughs (Mm)

Ask me about Brazil, thirty thousand, bitch, come get a dub, please

New in the town, my bitch, she brought some bitches, bad as hell

Shout out to college town who got sorority baddies down to rush

We took the hotel down, filled up with every baddie that I love (Oww)

She poppin' and tweakin', we listen, don't judge

I used to have my bitch (Yeah)

Then I left my bitch or my bitch left me (Ya dig?)

I'm gettin' too Boston Richey, can somebody help me? (Fuck)

The way I'm ballin', not a Oscar, need an ESPY (Bitch)

I think I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I—, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Chorus: Sheck Wes

I love my bitch (I love my bitch, yeah, bitch)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch

I love my bitch (Yeah), but we don't look at love the same (Bitch)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but do we look at love the same? (No)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but the love, I swear, it changed (Yeah)

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but she switched up for the fame

I love my bitch (I love my bitch), but I'm too real and she too fake (I love her)

I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch, I love my bitch (Like yeah, bitch)

I love my bitch (Yeah, bitch)

Outro: Sheck Wes

(Oww) I love my bitch

I love my bitch, but do we look at love—?

2.10. WHERE WAS YOU

WHERE WAS YOU

Travis Scott, Playboi Carti, Future

Intro

You should've, you should've been there (Yeah)

You should've been there, my nigga (Right)

You should, you should've been there

'Cause if you who you say you, you are, then you should've been there

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Chorus: Playboi Carti

Ooh, I started from the bottom, huh, I stretched the note, uh

Put a chain on my buddy 'cause he never told, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador

I been fuckin' this ho all week, she damn near gave me her code

Flexin', took a jet to Mexico

Stop textin' 'cause I'm not tryna check my phone

I'm in LA and I got ten hoes in a model home

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Verse 1: Travis Scott

Cactus, Double-0, it's deeper than Air Force or Navy

All this brown and black around the bitch, but nothin' shady

Can you spin for me, baby? Talkin' 'bout one-eighty

Put her on a jet 'cause ain't no peace in that Mercedes

Shawty off the raw, in that game, she gon' have a ball

Fuck me good, you won't get a check, but you can meet the squad

Flight is booked, we gon' get in first, when we takin' off?

When you shoppin', they call you the mall 'cause you get 'em all

Where was you when we was on the floor and the rent was low?

Where was you when we was in the Mo and we had no more?

Where was you when I had to get low after shit got gold?

Got outta lock, went to Zona house, he was there for sure

Eighteen meetings in New York when I didn't have the dough

Where was you when Dozie took it for me? He was there for sure

Where was you when I needed the hard drives when I met with Hov?

Ask Bizzy, that nigga was busy even on parole

But came through, put it on Greyhound like he designed the road

Phase two, ten years later, he put Rovers on the road

Phase two, his lil' bro done topped it, now he the big bro

Out the bottom, really out the mud, really out the cold

(See Travis Scott Live)

(Get tickets as low as $58)

Chorus: Playboi Carti

Ooh, I started from the bottom, huh, I stretched the note, uh

Put a chain on my buddy 'cause he never told, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador

I been fuckin' this ho all week, she damn near gave me her code

Flexin', took a jet to Mexico

Stop textin' 'cause I'm not tryna check my phone

I'm in LA and I got ten hoes in a model home

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Verse 2: Future & Travis Scott

(Woo, Pluto)

Bunch of rich niggas, ho chose up (Woah)

Flexin', space cadet, Jetson (Yeah, yeah)

I swapped her and her sister, I don't miss it (Woah)

She lesbian, her best friend, they textin' (Yeah)

I'll still fuck that ho if she catch me (Woah, woah)

Baguetties, give shorty a wedding (Yeah)

Finessin', long live Jugg King (Woah)

Started from the mud, started from the mud

Goin' to the club, I'ma make the money flood

Pourin' up the Tuss', pink lemon Crush

Drinkin' on the Texas, I done fell back in love

South of Francis (Woo), we go Monaco, on another planet

Fly her niece on a jet, we go Greece with the free

I got ten vibes with Trav, I got ten vibes with me

Ain't no regular car, this Bugatti a low-key

Party just like a rockstar in the middle of the sea

Party like a rockstar when we way overseas

Party like a rockstar when we out in European

Chorus: Playboi Carti

Ooh, I started from the bottom, huh, I stretched the note, uh

Put a chain on my buddy 'cause he never told, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador

I been fuckin' this ho all week, she damn near gave me her code

Flexin', took a jet to Mexico

Stop textin' 'cause I'm not tryna check my phone

I'm in LA and I got ten hoes in a model home

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

Yeah, killin' all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

2.11. NO COMMENTS

NO COMMENTS

Don Toliver

Chorus: Don Toliver

This shit here ironic

I'm smokin' chronic

Pop one more, might vomit

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments (Woo)

This shit here ironic (Ironic)

I'm smokin' chronic (I'm smokin')

Pop one more, might vomit (Uh-huh)

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh (Uh-huh)

Turn off your comments

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Verse: Don Toliver

I'm just tryna get to know you, bae

Put your legs on my shoulder, bae

Come in here closer, got more to say

You the main banker, made more today

Sold me a putz and I'm on the K

You had me up good, bet I owe you, bae

Yeah, I got somethin' I wanna show you, bae

You're doin' too much, better pump the brakes, ah

Oh, when the JACKBOYS runnin' up the stakes

We come in here to bop and rip up the place

And shawty, she a freak, wanna fuck my face

I'll tell you when I'm cummin', I'ma nut, okay?

Don't read those comments, they got nothin' to say

Don't read those comments, they got nothin' to say

They got nothin' to say

Chorus: Don Toliver

This shit here ironic

I'm smokin' chronic

Pop one more, might vomit

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, uh (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments (Woo)

This shit here ironic (Ironic)

I'm smokin' chronic (I'm smokin')

Pop one more, might vomit (Uh-huh)

Move quick like I'm Sonic, uh (Uh-huh)

Turn off your comments

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Turn off your comments, yeah (Don't read it, baby)

Interlude

You're listening to JB2

This is my station, yeah

Outro: Bun B

So if you ain't parked or backed in, somebody beep, you have to pull over

Find a payphone, have some change

You know what I'm sayin'?

All that type of shit just to answer the call

That's the problem, like we was, we was makin' enough money, we had the ho

And we ain't have nobody to hit 'cause nobody else had them hoes

That's just bein' pimp

2.12. BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP

Travis Scott, SahBabii

Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin')

Main bitch, she leavin' (Main bitch, she leavin', she goin')

Take six this evening (Take six this evening, yeah)

Big-booty bitch, I need it (Big-booty bitch, I need it)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep)

This phone is beepin

Verse 1: Travis Scott

Bro sellin' bricks from the cell, right out the cell, rockin' Margiel' (Yeah)

Drank got me movin' like a snail, ridin' through hell, tryna stay level (It's lit)

My bitch put it on well, walk in with a smell, thuggin' with the fellas

Rick Owens kit (Rick Owens kit), the floor, I sleep on (The floor, I sleep on)

The phonе is beepin' (Beepin'), she callin' to eat me (Eat me)

Enough, like Pinky, new chain, we should link (Ball and chain)

Blue hundreds, it's leanin' (Blue), stack it up, stinky (Straight up)

Ice her up, rinky (Rinky), put her on lingy (Lingo)

Put her in a Lam' or the Benz, is she slim or she thick? It depends

Look like it ride by itself with this tint (Alright)

We've been up four days in a row, how many more days until I'm a hit?

She sleepin' in my crib like she ain't got rent

Hold on, you hear how these chains is slappin' on my chest? (Woo)

Double C's switched in the verse

Got my name stitched in the braids

Went front door to the Met

But, no, no, ho, I ain't met

Put her front row at event

That's 'bout close you can get, yeah

Baby, these braids, not dreads

You can come through to the ends

We drink cool, it's rare

Chokin' on both for the chair

Had to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy)

Well overdue for affair (Yeah)

No need for makeup or underwear

'Cause I been locked in at the crib (Woo)

Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin', pop it, pop it)

Main bitch, she leavin' (Leavin')

Huh, take six this evening (Woo, leave it)

Hmm, big-booty bitch, I need it (Big-booty bitch, I need it)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep, beep)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin', beep, beep, beep)

Verse 2: SahBabii & Travis Scott

Phone on vibrate, make her legs vibrate

Fly them hoes out, make them hoes migrate

She shake that ass, the bag gon' gyrate

Water my neck, lil' bitch went dehydrated

I'm on her back like carbohydrates

In London with killers, totin' swords with my mates

Came out the trenches, bananas on K's

Fuck a hundred niggas gon' do with these apes?

Phone keep beepin', she twistin' her face

You know that we sneakin', girl, stay in your place

I got shawty geekin', the tentacle deep in

She ride, the bitch squeakin', put oil on her brakes

These bitch niggas speakin', my name in they mouth

Ain't gon' shower for days, now how my dick taste?

Rainbow diamonds, this shit on me blingin'

Stepped out of the jeweler, bought a gay parade (Woo, woo)

Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin', pop it, pop it)

So bored at the house, she leavin'

Huh, take six this evening (Woo, leave it huh)

Got a ho in my kennel crossbreedin'

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'? Wake up)

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin')

Her phone is beepin'

This phone is beepin' (This phone is beepin')

Her phone is beepin'

Her phone is beepin' (Her phone is beepin', yeah, yeah)

Outro: Bun B

But that would be, Jamaica, Jamaica would be where you would go to really hear like

A lot of rap music and a lot of R&B, so, they, they play mainly dance music

Then they have they rap set

And then they go into reggae

And then they go back to, to the regular music and shit like that

That's as close as you can get to twerking

2.13. PBT

PBT

Travis Scott, Tyla, Vybz Kartel

Intro: Vybz Kartel

Vybz Kartel (Worl' Boss), huh

Yo, Trav

She's a good problem to have (Doh?)

I know

Verse 1: Travis Scott

Just what I deserve

You make my heart beat, too much work

Just to confirm it

You're like a problem I can't unlearn (Yeah)

Chorus: Travis Scott

You only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come and fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

Turn my head and she's turnin' on me (Damn)

Refrain: Travis Scott

Well, it's that pretty brown round thing

You should be mine, you should get a ring

You know I'll five-star entertain

Baby, just tell me you feel the same

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

My baby was outside all summer

No dry drinks, my eyes ain't runnin

Like that water, yeah, the money's still runnin

Chorus: Travis Scott

Oh, you only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

I turn my head and she turnin' on me

Verse 2: Tyla

You've been outside, so why you on me? (Why you on me?)

Afterparty 'cause we ain't concrete

Reminiscing, you thinkin' 'bout me ('Bout me)

You're on my mind last summer

Only one time last summer, ayy

You want me back, don't wanna

Use that Yellow Page, search my number

You know I got the work, you tryna pull up to the 'Burg

You see a herd and now you tryna make it work

You wanna splurge? I'll send you pictures of a purse

A lesson learned, no identifying first

Should've never played with her

Refrain: Travis Scott

Well, it's that pretty brown round thing

You should be mine, you should get a ring

You know I'll five-star entertain

Baby, just tell me you feel the same

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

My baby was outside all summer

No dry drinks, my eyes ain't runnin

Like that water, yeah, the money's still runnin

Chorus: Travis Scott & Vybz Kartel

Oh, you only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

I turn my head and she turnin' on me (Wine, wine, wine)

Verse 3: Vybz Kartel

Ayy, baby, roll yuh bumper

Yuh nuh lazy, yuh do it quicka dan a gunshot

Fly yuh to Miami, mek yuh get yuh body sculpture

'Memba seh mi rich, mi full a style, GQ

Call mi every time yuh need revenue

When di money done, mi know what you gon' do

Louis V by Saks, then we stop a Jimmy Choo

Yuh love the life, nothin' ain't free

Gyal, rock yuh bumper and put it pon me

Gi' yuh di love weh take yuh over di moon

Walkin' on stars like Hollywood

Just like a virgin, yuh kitty tight, eeh

Gyal, mi mek up mi mind, a you a mi wifey

Refrain: Travis Scott

Well, it's that pretty brown round thing

You should be mine, you should get a ring

You know I'll five-star entertain

Baby, just tell me you feel the same

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

My baby was outside all summer

No dry drinks, my eyes ain't runnin

Like that water, yeah, the money's still runnin

Chorus: Travis Scott

Oh, you only call me up when your tank is on E

You get low and come fill up on me

Just rock yuh bumper and put it pon me, uh

Lord forgive, I know you workin' on me

She take my feelings and turn 'em on me

I turn my head and she turnin' on me

2.14. SHYNE

SHYNE

Travis Scott, GloRilla

Intro: Travis Scott, Bun B & Vybz Kartel

First time I went to Memphis

They had, it was a two-story club that only the downstairs was open, we lookin' down and it was a moshpit (Yeah)

Vybz Kartel ah talk

Remember we ah rep fi Cactus Jack

'Member some bwoy work

Ah we run di bomboclaat block

Shyne, Shyne

Shyne, what? What?

Mm, what?

Ayy, ayy

Shyne, what? Shyne, what? Shyne, ayy

Shyne, what? Ah

Ayy

Woo

Verse 1: Travis Scott

I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (Bed rock)

At the shared block (Block), not the Fairmont ('Mont)

Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean

And they twins and they thicker than the Clermonts (Thicker)

On a John Deere tractor, playin' head hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tom Cruise, fuck your couch, I do my own stunts (Uh)

Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (It's lit)

This is that type of party, ayy (Party)

Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers (Carti)

I still think a bustdown flyer, though I bought it plain (Flyer)

On this side, it's never dry, though it barely rains (Dry)

I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (It's lit)

Burn, baby (Burn), burn (Burn), DJ table turns (Burn)

You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (Yeah)

Ass fat, ain't got no panties, I ain't got no words (Nah)

Gullwing Mercedes-Benz way I switch and swerve (Skrrt)

Chorus: Travis Scott & GloRilla

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah

Swing

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it (GloRilla)

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah (On the gang, gang)

Swing (On the, on the gang)

Verse 2: GloRilla & Travis Scott

Got booked overseas for a nice-ass fee, need some D, so I had to go to Canada first

He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast, had to fuck around, put out an Amber Alert

It's 5 a.m., bitch, I'm up in the gym, but a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (The fuck?)

Word on the street I'm the bitch with the heat, you wouldn't even believe what I charge for a verse (Woah)

Workin' hard, I'm grindin' (Hey), diamonds hittin', I'm shinin' (Hoo)

Gangster bitch for real, these hoes be on these beats just rhymin' (Weak ass)

All my, all my opps be dyin' (Yup), all my friends be lyin' (For sure)

Havin' flashbacks when I was just ridin' that dick, damn near had forgot I was drivin' (Damn)

Don't ask me 'bout no ho I used to fuck with, I ain't got nothin' to say

My only regret is bein' too young to fuck Matthew McConaughey (On the gang, huh)

Yeah, bitch, Matthew McConaughey

Chorus: Travis Scott, Travis Scott & GloRilla

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, huh

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah

Swing

Woah

Woah

Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, woah

Swing (Ooh)

2.15. OUTSIDE

OUTSIDE

Travis Scott, Youngboy Never Broke Again

Intro: Travis Scott, Bun B & BBYKOBE

Security guard come in the dressing room with the pistol

Close the door, "Ayy, y'all niggas alright?"

"Alright, don't leave this motherfucker," and go right back out with the pistol, I say, "Man"

Say, sir

Say, sir

Yeah

Chorus: Travis Scott & BBYKOBE

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, woo)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Say, sir)

I fucked 'em two at a time (Say, sir)

Lil' fye, she got that fire (Say, sir)

Put Cactus on that spine, yeah (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Say, sir)

I fucked 'em two at a time

Lil' fye, she got that fire (Say, sir)

I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' her mine (Yeah, say, sir)

Verse 1: Travis Scott & BBYKOBE

She tryna go down to the Yams (Say, sir), she wanna go trip on a yacht (Say, sir)

For the day, I made her my wife, I got her up eatin' this Jacques (Say, sir)

The molly make her freestyle (Say, sir), she comin' right off of the top (Say, sir)

Make money and get faded (Say, sir), all summer, I'm hoggin' the block, huh, ho (Say, sir)

I don't even think the molly hittin', woah-oh

I just seen her kissin' on her sister, oh, no

Stupid nigga thought the bitch was different, you a joke

I just watched her take my whole dick up in her— (Woo)

Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I got your ho, she outside with the gangsters

I got the ho, she screamin' I'm fire

I got that ho on the drank and I'm rollin'

I got that ho and I'm holdin' a 9

We got them sticks in the truck, it's a V

I'm holdin' them millions, I come from the streets

Stuffin' my weed in the seat

Take a seat, I'ma pop it, just tell 'em come see

I'ma drop it wherever he at, we gon' see

'Til I got her on side me, on Florida, I fuck with lil' mami

Tell the bitch to pull up on a ho, set a timer

Bitch just do what I say, I'ma flood her with diamonds

Turn her up with my designer, she ready to kick it, I hit the ignition

I tell her sign for that fire and I know she gon' get it, I should buy her a Bentley

I'm still in the back of the 'Bach with my pole and I'm burnin' reefer, now go pick up your ho

From seventy-three hours on lockdown, I come from the back to them racks, time to get me some more

Crack the seal on the pint, boy, it is what it ain't

Check the watch, bought this bitch to make sure I don't sink

In the street with your ho headed straight to the bank

You don't know where to find it, you know what to think, I done got your lil' bitch—

Chorus: Travis Scott & BBYKOBE

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, woo)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

She came through just for a vibe

I fucked 'em two at a time (Yeah)

Lil' fye, she got that fire

Put Cactus on that spine, yeah (Yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir, yeah)

Got your lil' bitch outside (Say, sir)

She came through just for a vibe (Woah)

I fucked 'em two at a time (Time)

Lil' fye, she got that fire

Yeah

2.16. CANT STOP

CANT STOP

Don Toliver

Intro: Molly Santana

Yeah, yeah

Verse 1: Don Toliver & Future

I just dropped my top, yeah (Yeah)

I can't stop (Cannot stop this shit)

Don't ask 'bout my fit, it cost a lot, yeah

I cannot stand out, I'm standing in, you know where I'm at (I can not stand)

Ever since I came in, I just put my top down

Okay, gettin' jaded, but I can't feel my face now (Pluto)

Hop right in and leave (Yeah), in the suicide, can't see 'em (Yeah)

I'll be fine, baby, I don't need you

No lie, baby, you a freak too, yeah

Refrain: Don Toliver & Future

All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)

I'm just '42 sippin' (Yeah, ooh)

I can drown in it (Ooh, know I can)

All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)

I'm just '42 sippin' (Ooh, you know how we comin')

I can drown in it (Ooh)

Chorus: Future

Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (Oh yeah)

It's diamonds in my watch and I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)

Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)

Turn up my savages, word to Allah

Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Turn up my shooters, oh yеah)

Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)

She wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)

Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist

Verse 2: Wallie the Sensei & Future

I'm Wallie the Sensei (Oh, oh)

Took his bitch on the weekend, he ain't get her back 'til Wednesday

And I got a problem with spendin' too much money, that's what my friends say (Freebandz, that's what my friends say)

Pulled up in a '23 drop-top, woah

Bad bitch, ass out in a crop-top, yeah

I ain't even ate and I'm still shittin'

I won't make her my bitch, but I'm still hittin'

Fuckin' on queens, but I ain't from Great Britain

I'm all in her stomach, I ain't fittin'

That bitch told me, "Slow down," but I ain't listen

They be like, "You a king, you need to slow down," I'm drinkin' that lean, I'm still sippin'

Chorus: Future & Wallie The Sensei

Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (I drop my top)

It's diamonds in my watch and I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)

Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)

Turn up my savages, word to Allah (Oh yeah)

Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Oh yeah)

Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)

She wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)

Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist

Refrain: Don Toliver

(Ooh) All in (Ooh)

I'm just '42 sippin' (Ooh)

I can drown in it (Ooh)

All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)

I'm just '42 sippin' (Ooh)

I can drown in it (Ooh)

2.17. FLORIDA FLOW

FLORIDA FLOW

Travis Scott, Kodak Black

Intro: Bun B

Like Miami, Miami

They early days, they used to speed niggas' shit up (Yeah, mm, for real)

The way we slowed shit down, Ghetto Style DJs used to speed that shit up (Mhm)

Verse 1: Travis Scott

I had to swang up out these streets to get my life (I had to swang)

I had to get that check before three stripes, behind these walls

Done made phone calls that do more wrong, I'm tryna get right (Tryna get right, yeah)

I pour the Wock' up for it, these niggas jockin', boy (These niggas jock, yeah)

I got the cash and reinvested in my dreams (Cash)

A new Chanel bag, I gave her Chanel swag (Gave her Chanel)

Two-tone Birkin, that shit smirkin', it end up workin' (She smirkin')

When it's time, she spread them cheeks, she hold my fire (Spread that woah)

Up in the club, I'm totin' that iron, I'm totin' that iron (Totin' that pole)

I need a boss, a bad lil' baby who go and ride (That ride)

I'm in the Chi with racks and the lean, can't feel with the fire (Work with the fire)

I don't do Don, I don't do 'Migos, don't do friends (Talkin' that drank)

Gotta put more in her pony, then fuck me and take off my hands (That way)

I took her to Houston, I got the head in back of the Benz (That way)

TRX, we back of the country shootin' it out (Phew-phew-phew)

This is that Cali flow, this is that Florida flow (This is that woah)

They look at my necklace, still tryna wonder where all the water go (That glow)

She spreadin' her legs right on the bed, she givin' a water show (Let's go)

Splash (Splash), splash (Splash), splash (Splash)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kodak Black

Okay (Okay), yeah, yeah, yeah

She move to Florida, straight from the border, she got a crib right there on Biscayne (Ski)

I do the tour, she do decor, pile on the floors, for us, we just sip things (Yeah)

I know that's a couch, but way that ass sit, nobody here want that ass sittin' (Free)

RG pull up like it's a victim, 1B, 2B, walk through the entrance (Racks)

I walked in with something important, you would've sworn that a nigga imported ('Ported)

G, remember that truck we rode 'round town for months? (G)

2234, thought it was oceans, before all the love was lust (It's lit)

Before all the chains was crushed, before all the rings and Range was plush (Plush)

Whole lot of stains and must, the grind, it still remain with us (Stains)

Didn't wanna blame the bus, adjust ten toes, in God, we trust (Yeah)

Sunny side dangerous, a dollar bill wouldn't change me up (Side)

Snatchin' my Wranglers up, I made one call, they wrangle her (Slide)

I need some water, took her a charter, headed to Florida (Let's ride)

Yeah, yeah (Let's go)

You quarter, made you a water, warrior (Yeah)

Verse 3: Kodak Black

I snatched me a Barbie, we lived on an RV bus for like four whole months

Introduced her to molly, but she say she already knew bruh long before us

Anything move, your boy's first to shoot it, I don't care who it was

Come get your boo, she down, she up, she drippin' up gooey stuff

Kickin' shit, Bruce Lee stunt, that's a whole lot of meth in a LooseLeaf, blood

If I'm that nigga, imagine how Jesus was, in Z's we trust

I don't wanna live too long, too old, but I don't wanna die this young

All I know is if 'trol pull us over, this bitch better hide this gun

Pompano, 561, Miami, 305, we all the way live

I'm a coldblooded man, I mean everything I said, nigga, I ain't gotta look you in your eyes

Somebody call Keem FaceTime, say we goin' on tour with Travis Scott

My jit just turned ten, I bought him a crib, when he walked in, his eyes, he cried

Could be a brave nigga in the grave, nigga, stop sayin', I ain't gotta put fear in you guys

Point blank, period, send him the dot, it's me in the candy-paint yacht outside

Hit Kendall up, said she like Popeyes, do a two-man dinner with Kylie Jenner

The Sunshine State, the Gunshine State

From Florida, the symbol look like a pistol (Like a pistol)

Bridge: Travis Scott

Drop heat, fuck, spark the reefer

Start the key up, spot, geek truck

Plug FIFA, hot, sweet spot

Quiet, keep smoke

Smoke each spot, chrome, keep strong

Chrome keeper, blunt heat, fuck

Strong peak, woah, Florida heat, woah

Florida heat, woah, Florida heat, woah

Florida heat, woah, spot speech, woah

Drop the heat, woah, squad keep up

Drive a pink truck, try to keep up

Hot, heat, water, Florida heat, hot

Water

Outro

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

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4. 성적

빌보드 200 역대 1위 음반
I'm The Problem Morgan Wallen	→	JACKBOYS 2 JACK BOYS & Travis Scott (1주)	→	DON'T TAP THE GLASS Tyler, The Creator

5. 앨범 아트

TAPE COVER

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MASK COVER

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BOLT COVER

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GANG COVER

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DOG COVER

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6. 여담

7. 관련 문서

• Cactus Jack Records
• Travis Scott
• JACKBOYS