Drake | Astro, yeah! Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
Drake | Astro, yeah! Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 a.m. and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—Some—Some—Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—Pl—Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the bootch
Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
[Bridge: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Big Hawk]
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said
Pl—Playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don't play us for weak
[Part III]
[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake & Lil Juice]
Yeah!
Astro, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
[Verse 3: Drake & Travis Scott]
Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (Down the block)
Made a right (Yeah, right)
Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)
That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch)
See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo)
I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light
[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah
It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
Bout a check, yeah (Check), just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah
Astro, yeah
Solen er nede, iskoldt
Det er sådan, vi allerede ved, vinteren er her
Min makker vil sandsynligvis gøre det for et Louis-bælte
Det er bare alt, han kender til, han kender ikke til noget andet
Jeg prøvede at vise dem, yeah
Jeg prøvede at vise dem, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Går på dig med pick and roll
Unge La Flame er i sicko mode
[Part II]
[Vers 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, lavede den her med al isen på i boksen
Ved lågen udenfor, når de kører op, gør de mig beruset
Yeah, Jump Out boys, det er Nike boys, der hopper ud af coupes
Det her lort er alt for stort, når vi kører op, så giv mig byttet
(Giv mig byttet!)
Var på Remy'en, fik et indianerbarn
Var nødt til at ramme min gamle by for at undgå nyhederne
To 4-timers lockdown, vi foretog ingen træk
Nu er den 4 om morgenen, og jeg er tilbage sammen med slænget
Jeg landede lige, Chase B mixer pop som Jamba Juice
Forskelligfarvede halskæder, tror at min juveler virkeligt sælger frugter
Og de kvæler, mand, ved at tosserne ønsker, at det var en løkke
[Bro: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Nogen-nogen-nogen-nogen sagde
At vinde retræten, vi er alle i til halsen
Sp-sp-spiller for altid, tro ikke at vi er svage (nogen sagde)
At vinde retræten, vi er alle i til halsen
Sp-sp-spiller for altid, tro ikke at vi er svage
[Vers 2: Travis Scott & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, det her lort er alt for formelt, I ved jeg ikke følger trop
Stacey Dash, de fleste af disse piger aner intet
Alle de her kællinger, jeg lavede pga. sange, jeg producerede
Måske tar' jeg alle mine eks'er og putter dem alle i en gruppe
Kontakt mine makkere, jeg har brug for kokainen
På vej til at lave dette arrangement om til Bonnaroo
Sagde til hende, "hop ind, du skal også med"
I 305, behandler kællinger mig, som var jeg Uncle Luke
(Stop ikke, pop den fisse!)
Var nødt til at tage toppen af, det er bare et loft, uh
Hun sagde, "Hvor skal vi hen?" jeg sagde, "Månen"
Vi nåede ikke engang til værelset
Hun troede, det var havet, det er bare poolen
Nu har jeg hende åben, det er bare Goosen
Hvem puttede det her lort sammen? Jeg er limen
[Bro: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Big Hawk]
Nogen sagde
Min dame Facetimede mig ud af det blå
Nogen sagde
Sp-spiller for altid
Nogen sagde, motherfucker—nogen sagde
Tro ikke at vi er svage
[Part III]
[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake & Lil Juice]
Yeah!
Astro, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Ayy, ayy
[Omkvæd: Drake & Travis Scott]
Hun er forelsket i, hvem jeg er
Tilbage i High School, plejede jeg at tage bussen til dansen (Yeah)
Nu rammer jeg FBO'en med duffelbags i mine hænder
Jeg tog en halv Xan, 13 timer til jeg lander
Tog mig ud som et lys, ayy, yeah
Som et lys, ayy, yeah
[Vers 3: Drake & Travis Scott]
Som et lys, ayy, sov gennem flyvningen, ayy
Slået ud for natten, ayy
767, mand, det her lort har dobbelt-soveværelse, mand
Jeg har stadig regnskaber at gøre op, mand
Jeg kørte ned ad blokken (Ned ad blokken)
Drejede til højre (Yeah, højre)
Slukkede for lysene (Yeah, hvad?), betalte prisen (Yeah)
Niggas tror, det er sødt (Nah, aldrig), det er slåskamp på stedet (Yeah, hvad?)
Intet sødt (Yeah), baguetter på mit is (Aw, mand)
Jesus Kristus (Yeah), tjektegn over striber (Yeah)
Det er, hvad jeg kan lide (Yeah), det er, hvad vi kan lide (Yeah)
Mistede min respekt, du er ikke en trussel
Når jeg skyder mit skud er det lort vådt, som er jeg Sheck (Kælling)
Se de skud som jeg tog (Ayy), våde som er jeg Book (Ayy)
Våde som er jeg Lizzie
Jeg drejer rundt på Valley, cirkulerer blokker til jeg rundtosset (Yeah, hvad?)
Som hvor er han? (Yeah, hvad?)
Ingen har set ham (Yeah, yeah)
Jeg prøver at gøre dem rene (Yeah)
[Omkvæd: Drake & Travis Scott]
Hun er forelsket i, hvem jeg er
Tilbage i High School, plejede jeg at tage bussen til dansen
Nu rammer jeg FBO'en med duffelbags i mine hænder (Woo)
Jeg tog en halv Xan, 13 timer til jeg lander
Tog mig ud som et lys (Som et lys)
Som et lys (Som et lys)
Som et lys (Som et lys)
Som et lys
[Vers 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, gav makkerne en mobil
Sender beskeder, sender ikke breve, yeah
Han siger, "Hold kontrol over det"
Jeg siger, "Du kender det her lort, det er småt," yeah
Det er absolut, yeah (Yeah), jeg er tilbage, genstart (It's lit)
LaFerrari til Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Vi er tilbage på farten, they hopper ud, ingen faldskærm, yeah
Min dame bagerst
Hun sagde, hun arbejder på sine baller, yeah (Åh min Gud)
Går ikke op i reglerne, yeah, det er sådan, det ser ud, yeah
Går op i en check, yeah (Check), bare tjek fødderne, yeah
Giv det her til min datter, jeg vil vise hende, hvad det krævede (Yeah)
Min datters mor er på Forbes, ryster alle de andre kællinger
Yeah