Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)
Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott, M.I.A. & Young Thug]
Cacti, not no iced tea (Hah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icki-icki, general
I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh)
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese
(Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
I seen his face, seen it (Ayy), yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 3: M.I.A., Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin' man
Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy
Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)
There's a lot I'm gon' spend
Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin
Trippin' like I'm trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee
Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life
London city, left the town (Ah)
Thug and Travis be the fam
[Verse 4: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, yeah, you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah)
Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack
I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies
I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit), it's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us
At 4 A.M. I'm phonin' ya', not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my
[Outro: M.I.A.]
(Maya!) I be where the fuck the light be
Bangers in the system, it's
Bangers in the system, it's
Ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system, it's that
Bangers in the system, it's that
M.I.A.
Yup, i min hvide tee
Ja, hent Hype Williams til den hype, bedes
Uh, de gon' tørre dig, før du tørre mig
På kasser med kontrol, ikke min Nikes (Ja)
[Vers 1: Travis Scott, M.i.a. & Young Thug]
Kaktus, ikke nogen iste (Hah)
Uh, fik 'em bamboozled som om jeg er Spike Lee (Ah)
Øh, du har brug for mere end Google bare at finde mig (Ah)
Uh, jeg bare kalde hende "bae" for at få hendes hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Utrolig, Drikker-Drikker, generelt
Jeg bare starte etiketten bare at underskrive mig (Woo, woo, ooh)
Øh, mig og CHASE tilsluttet ligesom vi Siamese
(Woo, Woo, Woo, ooh, ooh, oooh)
Øh, vi har været på flugt, føles som en forbrydelse amok, tale med mig pænt (Ja)
Jeg set hans ansigt, set det (aYY), yup, på sin hvide tee, øh (lad os gå)
[Vers 2: Ung Thug]
Ja, yup, kalder Sprite mennesker (Call 'em, hol' på, brrt)
Privat flyvning til Frankrig, tryna syne-se (På private flyvninger, brrat)
Dukkede 'em i sine hænder, han var typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, jeg fold det, løfte det op (Op)
Jeg gik på standen, fortalte dommeren at videregive min kop (aYY)
Ran op tyve millioner, fortalte Djævelen, "Hold held" (Luck)
Hold det, holder det ho (Uh) R.I.P. Pop, holder røgen (aYY, Slatt)
Tal til mig pænt (Tal med mig pænt)
Hold hende på en kæde, der er ikke som mig (Det er ikke ligesom mig)
Scotts med no strings, kan du ikke binde mig (Scotts med, hol' på, tæve)
Jeg er højere end det plan, jeg er hvor Skypes være (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Ja, JEP, i min slim tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
Princey i hans prime, Yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yellowbone for iltre, Yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Rens ham op, ingen serviet, Yee (Doo)
[Kor: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, i min hvide tee (Ja)
Ja, hent Hype Williams til den hype, bedes (Det er tændt)
Uh, de gon' tørre dig, før du tørre mig (Pyha)
På kasser med kontrol, ikke mine Nikes (Ooh, ja)
[Vers 3: M.i.a., Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Undskyld mig, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, vær ikke missin' mand
Mississippi, dyppe en sippy, make 'em glad, make' em kopi
Make 'em få mig Chippi Chippi (Ja)
Der er en masse, jeg gon' bruger
Sig mig, når jeg stråle dig til at trække op, du gon' shootout mens jeg centrifugering
Trippin' ligesom jeg er udløse glad; saltfish, ackee, ackee
Golf buggy, Kawasaki; fange en fisk: sushi, maki, livin' liv
London by, forlod byen (Ah)
Thug og Travis være fam
[Vers 4: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, ja, du ved, at (Slatt)
Og når de befri os ud, det skal nok være en film, en Kodak (Ja)
Skyd mig pourin' lige over kanten ligesom Pollack
Jeg har været Rippin' og runnin', ikke slippin' eller Slidin', atletisk tendenser
Jeg har været oppe siden, cheffin' det, whippin' det til basen klippe, jeg giver midlet (lad os gå)
Når vi åbner portene op på Utopia (Det er tændt), det er ligesom Zootopia
Du kan se de krydser over ya (Ja), det er hvordan du ved, det er os
På 04:00 Jeg phonin' ya', ikke for nogen skulder rub
Them JACKBOYS åbne rengøringsmidler op, den måde, de folde og guf
[Kor: Travis Scott]
Yup, i min hvide tee (Ja)
Ja, hent Hype Williams til den hype, bedes
Ja, de gon' tørre dig, før du tørre mig
Ja, på kasser med checks, ikke My-, checks, ikke min
[Outro: M.i.a.]
(Maya!) Jeg være der, hvor fanden lyset be
Bangers i systemet, er det
Bangers i systemet, er det
oldtidens Anunnaki
Bangers i systemet, er det, at
Bangers i systemet, er det, at
M.i.a.