โหลดเพลง mp3 WHO? WHAT! - Travis Scott

WHO? WHAT! (Explicit) - Travis Scott
Lyrics by：Jacques Webster/Ronald LaTour/Samuel Gloade/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnik Ball
Composed by：Jacques Webster/Ronald LaTour/Samuel Gloade/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnik Ball
Know what I'm saying know what I'm saying
Know what I'm saying
Heard they talkin' s**t 'bout I
Who what when and why who
I'm alive just took one to revive yeah
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide 'llide
Me and the guys move just like the F O I ooh
In the hills but still keep them ghetto ties hills
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' ocean prime prime yeah
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 yeah
We on the jet quest mobbin' with the tribe yes
In the headrest one of 25 yes
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 side eat it up
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide nope
When s**t 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 a*s 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
Speak speak speak
All I know it was mo bamba on repeat
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me oh yeah
I could borrow some more
Had to guzzle the fours
Had to count up the os
Had to summon the hoes ay
Dodge the federal 12
I rolled through the light
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 b***h brown and choosey hey
Shawty in the supersonic yeah
Brand new la ferrari woo my b***h 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 s**t 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 were trained to use it train
Shoot you like cupid shoot
Hit your medulla yeah
Shoot at shoot at intruders yeah
Then shoot your producer
This s**t for the gang get banged
And f**k on the group she a groupie yeah
Left out when she choosey hmm
Big bankroll it's soothin' hmm
Pull up with the sticks in the
Sprinter bus 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 s**t get tense we twist up and we get fried