Tag: Travis Scott

Travis Scott Reveals New Details About Utopia Album

February 24, 2021 Azlyrics

href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/awoods/” rel=”author” title=”Aleia Woods”>Aleia WoodsPublished: February 23, 2021Kevin Mazur, Getty Images

The rumblings and murmurs pertaining to Travis Scott's Utopia album calmed a bit recently, but in a new interview, La Flame has revealed that he's currently working on the effort, which will have a sound unlike anything he's done before.

During a conversation with film director Robert Rodriguez for the Spring 2021 issue of i-D magazine, Travis explained, "I never tell people this, and I’m probably going to keep it a secret still, but I’m working with some new people and I’m just trying to expand the sound. I’ve been making beats again, rapping on my own beats, just putting everything together and trying to grow it really. That’s been one of the most fun things about working on this album. I’m evolving, collaborating with new people, delivering a whole new sound, a whole new range."

When Rodriguez asked about Travis Scott's approach to following up the success of his 2018 album, Astroworld, the "Sicko Mode" rapper remained confident. "It’s never about repeating myself, I’m just trying to make the next saga… each album is like a saga. You know, you’re one of my favorite directors. Everything you fucking do man," he said.

The acclaim of Astroworld goes without saying, but the former 2013 XXL Freshman doesn't feel any pressure to deliver an album that will be just as good, if not better.

"I don’t feel no pressure, except to keep the fans alive," he told the publication. "There’s so much more ground I can cover, and I want to cover it, and I love the challenge of it. I want to make a fucking new sound. I might spend days banging my head against a wall trying to figure it out, but once I do it, it’s like ultimate ecstasy."

Scott also revealed that he's still hoping to make his extravagant Houston-based Astroworld Festival happen later this year. Despite the current state of the pandemic, he remained optimistic, saying, "Hopefully we can bring it back at the end of this year. Around November."

While a release date for the album hasn't been shared yet, it's good to know that more music from Travis is on the way.

See the Ways Not to Fumble the Bag According to Travis Scott

Filed Under: Travi$ Scott, Travis $cottCategories: News

Learn the Ways Not to Fumble the Bag According to Travis Scott

February 15, 2021 Azlyrics

href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/trentfitzgerald/” rel=”author” title=”Trent Fitzgerald”>Trent FitzgeraldPublished: February 15, 2021Rich Fury, Getty Images

Travis Scott is mostly known for his rapping and producing abilities within hip-hop, but he has now transcended into a marketing genius.

In 2020, when most musicians found themselves unable to tour or drop music due to the COVID-19 pandemic, Trav was able to switch gears and build lucrative partnerships with brands like McDonald's, Nike, Sony and more. According to Forbes, his brand collaborations across fashion, food and entertainment netted him $100 million last year.

By cobranding himself and endorsing various products, Travis gained the trust of the people while helping companies tap into youth culture. Since the Houston rhymer has proven himself to be a successful businessman who has secured the bag multiple times, there's much to be learned from his business moves.

For example, Trav likes to tease a product first without advance warning. The 28-year-old rapper did that with his "Franchise" music video last year. In the visual, Travis held a can of his new hard seltzer beverage Cacti without and threw his new brand into his lyrics for the song too. Since then, there's been huge anticipation for the drink, which hits stores in March of 2021.

Travis also likes to put a creative spin on nostalgic brands. For McDonald's, the Astroworld creator revisited his childhood love of burgers and fries. McDonald's rarely does merchandise deals, but that changed when La Flame was on board. Together, they created three different merch drops with over 90 items, including T-shirts, crewnecks, hats, a chicken nugget body pillow, rugs and more. Altogether, the merch sold out within minutes of each release, proving that Travis knows what the youth likes.

So while looking at his partnership deals, his lyrics and other aspects of his money-making moves, XXL highlights the ways not to fumble the bag according to Travis Scott's business moves. You can apply them to your own life to make a deal and, more importantly, secure the bag. Check them out below.

See the Ways Not to Fumble the Bag According to Travis Scott

Filed Under: Galleries, Gallery, The List, Travis $cottCategories: News

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

August 4, 2018 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

Playboi Carti – ++* Love Hurts **+ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

May 3, 2018 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Woah, woah, woah, slatt

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Walk in that bitch with my toolie, walk in that bitch with Lil Uzi
These bitches they bitin’ they lip, they chosin’, lookin’ like groupies
Fuckin’ that bitch in my coupe, okay
Fuckin’ that bitch in the lot, fucking that bitch in the spot (ooh)
Uh, polka dot, all of these hoes, they mine (ooh)
All of this jewelry, it mine (ooh), all of these bitches, they mine
Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh, feel like a don, yeah, ooh
Fuckin’ this bitch, I swear she be lying (what, what?)
White on rice, diamonds ice, came through with the ice
I’m Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat)
Dynamite, she gon’ blow tonight (Carti)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
All of these flows is mine, all of these hoes is mine
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar, La Flame
Out there spendin’ it loosely, bigger the diamonds, I’m juicy
Fuck with the jeans, it’s Gucci, I been out livin’ unruly
Yuh, board the jet, all of the hoes is wet
Yuh, private flex, never dip on the set
Drank, don’t do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yuh
Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yuh
Fill me up, double cup, yuh, okay, shawty know what’s up
Shawty want a rockstar, shawty want a rockstar, okay
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, okay, shawty know what’s up

Go off – Lil Uzi Vert feat. Travis Scott lyrics

March 3, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Go off

One more ride (ride) one more race (ride)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go off (I’ma ride tonight)
I’m the master of my fate
I’ma go off (I’ma go off)
I’ma go off (I’ma go off)
I gotta go now.

Taking off and I’m riding on the road now
Hit the gas, no brakes, gotta go now
Put my life on the line, yeah it’s on me
Blood rushing through my veins, no IV
Ride, switching lanes, you can’t stop me
You can smell the propane when you pass me (propane)
Ride for the gang because I’m the chief (gang gang)
Helicopter hovering, it’s high speed
Chase, drive, straight
I’mma, race, to the, cake
Flame, on it, no chain, on me
All of, us, became, homies.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go off (I’ma ride tonight)
I’m the master of my fate
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go now.

Nine-nine, nine-nine (yeah)
You’re rocking with the ether child in overdrive
Yeah yeah, I-5 to I-9
We go all niiiiight, yeah (straight up!)
Double 0 speed, double 0 Chevy
I hit the fourth gear, hope I don’t drift
Souped up cars all around me
Hot-boxing at a high speed
One lane driving
Bad thing beside me
One more time on the road (it’s lit)
One more time ‘fore we go.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go now.

Gotta go now, gotta go
Swervin’ in my whip can’t slow down
Driving fancy cars, boy I’m on the road now
Automatic start, my Vic take a code now
Yeah, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar
Why you pay so much for your Nissan? Because it’s GTR
First I shift it, click it, burning rubber like I’m moving dark
Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars
Yeah, relate to the stars versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma race you for a pink slip
I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin’
My adrenaline start pumpin’ so I been stopped blinkin’.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go offf (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go nowww.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video off

Usher – No Limit (Remix) (feat. Master P, Travis Scott, 2 Chainz, A$Ap Ferg & Gucci Mane)

January 3, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro: Usher]
Yeah I meant what I said on the first one
Not long then I’m comin’ with the new one
Yeah I know, y’all been waitin’ for a minute
That’s what I do, keep it no limit
G-Mix! Yep yep, Ursher baby
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
T Scott and Master P with me, no limit baby
2 Chainz and Gucci mane, no limit
Yeah, Eastside Ferg, not the re but the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you roll with a nigga like me
There’s no limit baby, G-Mix
[Verse 1: Master P & Usher]
More money, more bitches gon’ love ya
I got the hook up, it’s nothin’
I park the Phantom, we fuckin’, I told her friend that we wasn’t
I told her man that we cousins
I made this remix for Usher, did it for Travis and hustlin’
I gave the game to my youngsters
I showed ’em how to get paper
We takin’ trips to Jamaica
I’ve been bout it bout it, since "Bout It, Bout It"
Bad bitches gon’ come up out it
We ain’t even gotta talk about it
No Limit boys get rowdy-rowdy
Shawty bad, I won’t try that
Say she want it, I’ma buy that
All this ice get them panties wet
Ughhh, it’ll ride that
G-Mix, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Silkk The Shocker with the bandana tied sideways (yeah)
Master P, no gold teeth, I got the diamonds in it
I’ve been minding my business, you’ve been minding mine
If the love has no limit, why your ass decline? (straight up)
All these cell phone minutes, all these written rhymes (yeah, yeah)
Just one thing to make this finish if you cross the line (yeah)
Eat, sleep, fuck, sleep, fuck
Yeah, all day, that’s my baby (yeah)
She private, party, to keep me, started
Baby, party, these diamonds, cost forty
All this money gotta count for something (yeah)
Keep that shit no limit, fuck 100 (straight up)

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
Give you that black card, no limit (yep yep)
2 Chainz, hold up, Tity Boi
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay you’re fine, shawty you know that you’re fine
I pull you out of the line
Then I recline, I put it right in your spine
I make you smile all the time
I pour you wine, I’m puttin’ Act’ into mine
I take it back like rewind
I take you back, put you in back of the Bach
I got my hand on your thighs
I am the ice cream man, no limit
Pull up in a two seater with four women baby
Mouth full of golds, lick you from your head to your toes
All these lame dudes get exposed
Only the real, I give an F how you feel
I spent a check on these clothes
I make a wish on a rose, I got the stars on the roof
I am a dog, I go woof
I am the shit, I am the Pepe Le Pew
I got a rep in the crew
I got a plan with a partna, I got her out of the Honda
I just might get her a tank
I give a fuck what you think
Takin’ selfies in the bank

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
I’m Silkk The Shocker, clothes designer, Fendi, Prada
Mama got the illest nana
Beat it proper, eat it up just like desire
Make me holler "oh my God"
Mommy, daddy, but I’m father from her father
Smoke the coochie up like marijuana
Do the honors, long as she mow the lawn up
Make her scream like "uhhh"
I’m the new Dave P Miller, yeah
Might ball in that chinchilla, ay
Probably try out for the A, ay
Cause I score more than these niggas, ay
Remember them TV dinners
And never go to Nevel’s for the mean dinner, ay
I’ma go with the grilled steak, ay
Swear it feel good to be richer

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
If I give you that black card, better show me, no limit
Just know right now it’s the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]
I done fucked with this one and that one, a white one, a black one
I’ve been there and done that now I ain’t even on that
But these hoes ain’t on shit anyway
And at the end of the day man I don’t even want that
I lucked up then I fucked up and we broke up
Then we made up but I got locked back up
But it ain’t how you fall, it’s how you get right back up
I’m a one man army and my bitch my back up
Now it’s sit ups, pull ups, drips, and push ups
Thinkin’ bout the one who kept it triller
That’s my chick, she kept it realer
None of these hoes ain’t fuckin’ with her
You my private soldier mama, can I call you meal?
It’s truly ain’t no limit bae and I can’t wait to see you
Everything you think you want, know I can’t wait to give
Let’s lay a rock solid foundation bae cause I just wanna build
Your wildest dreams and fantasies, the way that you should live
Like Master P with golden ceilings babe and diamond chandeliers

[Outro: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
She put that Master P on me, no limit baby
Got her sitting court side, no limit
Just know how it go if you put it on me
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you call and request it
Y’all asked for the G-Mix

Jeremih – All The Way lyrics

December 22, 2016 Azlyrics Leave a comment

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/jeremih-artist.html”>JEREMIH All The Way lyrics

No! No! [?]
You’ll shoot your eye out kid
Merry Christmas

Wait, jingle bells all the way
Aye, on your [?] make that shake
Got about three hoes on my sleigh
And tryna’ tee up Christmas day
Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way
Got all them bells on the shake
Got bout three hoes on the way
Got bout three hoes on my slight
Legs up (Hello Kity?)
Hell yeah (I wanna prove)
It’s giving season (but you got a man)
Yeah yeah (tell him I don’t care)
I’m in the spirit (yeah yeah)
She cool as [?]

I don’t play (legs up)
See my face (hell yeah)
Have a seat (oh yeah)
Make them play (hell yeah)
She can’t wait (yeah yeah)
Still awake (spread awake)
To open yeah, it’s Christmas Day
(jingle bells on the way) all the way!
(on your [?], make it shake) I make it shake!
(got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh) up on my sleigh!
I tried to tee up on this day I give it every day!
(Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way) all the way!
(got them bells all on the sleigh) I give it every day!
(I got three hoes every day) I brought them away
(I got three hoes in my sleigh) Aye!

I keep you close, hallowed in snow
Call your santa clothes
That’s what Christmas for

Hey, I got Gina on the way (on the way)
Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
Tell them jingle bells all the way (all the way)
Bells [?] make them shake (make them shake)
I got three hoes on the way (up on the way)
They tryna to tee up Christmas day (up everyday)

Tell me what you wish for, should I get off?
And I’ll be right there to set it off
I’ll be right there to deck the halls
Either your love or none at all
And your presence is a present for me
For Christmas or just because
It’s either your love or none at all
Your love or none at all

Christmas!
Oh, I love Christmas
Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year
I buy Christmas gifts, but just because, because you’re supposed to
Jesus
Autotune that for me
Jesus
I buy Christmas gifs
Jesus is [?]
I swear to God if you leave my vocals like that
Autotune my shit and put them, put them Travis Scott effects on it

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

December 20, 2016 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

December 19, 2016 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’ (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’mma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody won’t be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time (Brrrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’