Let's go! We see the hype outside (Yeah)
Right from the house, uh
Took it straight from outside (Yeah)
Straight to the couch (Mmm)
Let's go! We see the hype outside (Yeah)
Right from the house, uh
Took it straight from outside (Yeah)
Straight to the couch (Mmm)
We put the mic outside (Yeah)
Air this shit out, uh (Mmm)
You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (Yeah)
We runnin' the scouts (Mmm)
Ain't no controllin' the gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They never leave (Mmm)
I got tats over my veins (Yeah)
Cause that what I bleed (Mmm)
She drink a lot of the bourbon (Yeah)
Like she from the street (Mmm)
We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh (Yeah, mmm)
We heard that your wave went dry (Yeah)
We floodin' the drought, uh (Mmm)
Heard that your hood outside (Yeah)
We added some routes (Mmm)
We havin' the goods outside (Mmm)
Move it in and out (Mmm)
You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (Mmm)
We runnin' the scouts
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Nigga, the cops outside (Yeah)
Lock up the house (Yeah, yeah)
We keep the team on high (Huh)
Some gold in they mouth (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, the Porsche outside (Huh)
Without the top (Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah)
She want a mimosa-sa (Yeah)
Bring in the shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell these phony bitches, "Beat it"
With that Photoshoppin' body, Adobe, help me
She in there makin' panini
She know I got all the bread, she know me, got it
I'm a hustler, I'm in business
It's been a minute since my niggas been on it, howdy (Huh, huh)
Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay
It's that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey
Headed for somewhere to go, anyone, send 'em up, these days
Niggas don't know where to go, gotta keep givin' em heat, heat (Yeah)
Time we go double though, time to add up the math, math
And I been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams
[Outro: Travis Scott]
Let's go
Lad os gå! Vi ser den hype udenfor (Ja)
Lige fra huset, øh
Tog det lige udefra (Ja)
Lige til sofaen (MMM)
Vi sætter mikrofonen udenfor (Ja)
Air dette lort ud, øh (Mmm)
Du lettin' Scotts udenfor (Ja)
Vi løbetur spejderne (Mmm)
Er det ikke noget controllin' banden (Ja, ja, ja)
De har aldrig forlade (Mmm)
Jeg fik tats over mine årer (Ja)
Årsag at det, jeg bløder (Mmm)
Hun drikker en masse bourbon (Ja)
Ligesom hun fra gaden (Mmm)
Vi fik kontrol over strømmene og, huh, uh, uh (Ja, mmm)
Vi hørte, at din bølge gik tør (Ja)
Vi floodin' tørken, øh (Mmm)
Hørt, at din hætte udenfor (Ja)
Vi tilføjet nogle ruter (Mmm)
Vi havin' den varer udenfor (Mmm)
Flyt den ind og ud (Mmm)
Du lettin' Scotts udenfor (Mmm)
Vi løbetur spejderne
[Vers 2: Kid Cudi]
Nigga, den betjente udenfor (Ja)
Lås op i huset (Ja, ja)
Vi holder holdet på høj (Huh)
Nogle guld i de munden (Ja, ja)
Nigga, Porsche udenfor (Huh)
Uden toppen (Ja, ja, nigga, ja)
Hun vil have en mimose-sa (Ja)
Bring i skuddene (Ja, ja, ja)
Fortæl disse falske tæver, "Beat it"
Med at Photoshoppin' krop, Adobe, hjælp mig
Hun derinde Makin' panini
Hun ved, at jeg fik alle brød, hun kender mig, fik det
Jeg er en hustler, jeg er i erhvervslivet
Det har været et minut siden min niggas været på det, howdy (Huh, huh)
Cleveland dreng, gør han dem betale
Det er, at Cleveland dreng, han færdig lavet en måde, hey
Ledes til et sted at gå, nogen, sende 'em up, i disse dage
Niggas ved ikke, hvor de skal gå, gotta holde givin' em varme, varme (Ja)
Tid vi går dobbelt dog, at tiden tilføje op math, matematik
Og jeg været dealin' med så mange ting, Havin' så mange drømme
[Outro: Travis Scott]
Lad os gå