Yeah! Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now. T time, T time. T time, T time, T time
Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-07-30T20:16-03:00 - SA (SS) X
Yeah! Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now. T time, T time. T time, T time, T time
Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
You act like you love this American shit
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that shit
Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit
Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit
[Part II]
[Segue]
(I-I—)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah)
And they scared of the seven (Seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend
Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
She inching my way and she started confessing
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery"
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)
Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch
[Part III]
[Segue: Travis Scott]
(Ooh)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fucking crazy?
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)
The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)
Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Yeah
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fucking crazy?
Ja! Napetosti vsekakor naraščajo
Zdaj. T čas, T čas. T čas, T čas, T čas
Teatime, kot da sem dobil skodelico tega sranja
Tee čas, kot je golf pri četrt do šest
Rad bi se zajebal na navadno psico
Znane motike hrom, vendar ostajajo na mojem kurcu
Slišal svoj novi sklep, nerodno je, sranje
Se s policaji pogovarjate o nekem sranju terapevta
Obnašate se, kot da imate radi to ameriško sranje
Ampak res, resnica je, da se bojite 6
Ja, prestrašili ste se 6
Ja, prestrašili ste se 6
Vaš telesni stražar je vložil nekaj dela na toku
Zdaj hočeš iti in podedovati to sranje
Ne govori s fantovskimi primerjavami, sranje
Ali pridi k dečku na kakšno arogantno sranje
Orožje, ki ga imamo, je nekaj terorističnega sranja
Tako kot televizijski producenti, GRR, tudi mi predvajamo to sranje
Za svoje starše in sranje sprašuje za kruh
Rekel sem ji: "Nimam gotovine", in rekla je, da lahko počaka na stojalo, na kakšnem arabskem sranju
Izvlečem milijon in strmim v sranje
Moj kurac se je pravkar težko, ker je žico pravkar udaril
Moj urnik je izšel, pridi nas, zares
Človek, jebi se vse to sranje.
Stopim po verigah, ki sem jih kupil od svojega šefa
Zajebajte se o vsem tem dediščini
Ker se v ne naokoli, so člani obesili Louis, niti tega sranja niso nosili
Ne pridite na deček, če popravite nekaj sranja
Ne pridite k fantu, da bi si prizadeli nekaj sranja
Imate srečo, da je Vogue tožil, ker bi bil z Wassas v Parizu in sranje
[Del II]
[Segue]
(I-i-)
[Verz 2: Travis Scott]
Si prekleto nor? Si prekleto nor? (Ah)
In prestrašili so se sedem (sedem)
Po eni do treh se nato pojavimo enajst (ja)
Naj bo to sranje odprto kot 7-Eleven (osvetljeno)
Jaz pri hiši, v nebesih sem dobil sedem
Mislijo, da sem satanski
Lil 'shawty terapevt, popin' sranje
Začela mi je in začela je izpovedati
Vem, kaj je na kocki, kričim, "Free Jeffery"
Povežite zbirate klice takoj od Cellyja
Dal ji je blues, ne govoril o trebuhu
Ne drži iskrenega, grem makaveli
Imam sok, zdaj je težko (sok)
Vedno na T-Time, bil pripravljen (t, ah), ja
Si prekleto nor? Si f - (ja, kamenja, gremo)
Zavij sir, ovit okoli mene, ker imam posest (ovoj, sir, zavitek)
Chocolate AP in Chocolate the VS (VS), dobil tovarno Willy Wonka (VS)
Zažgati športnika, kot so kalorije, poiščite še en plamen kot jaz, prasica
[Del III]
[Segue: Travis Scott]
(Ooh)
[Zbor: Drake & Travis Scott]
Ja, si prekleto nor? (Ne)
Si prekleto nor? (Kaj?)
Si prekleto nor? (Ne, ne)
Si prekleto nor? Uh
Si prekleto nor? Uh
Si prekleto -
Si prekleto -
Si prekleto nor?
[Verz 3: Travis Scott]
Koliko teksaških fantov je to poganjalo? Par, morda (morda par, morda)
Zamahni v tovornjaku, dojenček, jebemti Mercedes (jebemti Mercedes)
Zajebal bom psico, vendar ne more imeti otroka (imeti otroka)
Ustrelil vam bom rit v Walmartu, kot da sem Dababy (v Walmartu)
Fant gre Lionel Messi, grem Tom Brady (Woo)
V mojih starih časih sem nekoč nosil oprsje (WOO)
Zdaj sem pustil, da se verige visijo, morda moraš tuc
Niggas Talkin 'Scarface, to sem v resničnem življenju (ooh)
Si prekleto nor ali kaj? Si prekleto nor? (Prekleto noro)
Človek, klub ni bil enak, odkar smo izgubili Mercedes (naravnost navzgor)
Človek, klika ni bila enaka, odkar so izgubili največ (ne, ne, ne)
Zunaj z vojsko, zato potrebujete-, uh-uh
Fantje se vrtijo vse rjave, kot da bi špijeli
Naredite cirkus zunaj, kot je Barnum's Bailey (osvetljen je)
Blickey, ki visi na moji strani, je, kot da je res trkal (Blickey, Blickey, Blickey)
Svoje hlačke premakne v stran, hoče, da je surovo, ko je zbledela (huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
[Zbor: Travis Scott]
Si prekleto nor? Uh
Si prekleto nor? Uh
Si prekleto nor ali kaj?
Si prekleto nor? Ja
Si prekleto nor ali kaj?
Si prekleto -
Si prekleto -
Si prekleto nor?