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?
Yeah! Ketegangan pasti meningkat
Sekarang. T masa, t masa. T masa, t masa, t masa
Teatime seperti saya mendapat secawan kotoran ini
Masa tee seperti golf pada seperempat hingga enam
Saya suka bercinta dengan jalang biasa
Cangkul terkenal lumpuh tetapi mereka tinggal di batang saya
Mendengar sendi baru anda, memalukan, sial
Anda bercakap dengan polis di beberapa ahli terapi
Anda bertindak seperti anda suka kotoran Amerika ini
Tetapi, sebenarnya, sebenarnya anda takut dengan 6
Ya, awak takut dengan 6
Ya, awak takut dengan 6
Pengawal anda dimasukkan ke dalam kebetulan
Sekarang anda mahu pergi dan mewarisi kotoran itu
Jangan bercakap dengan perbandingan pertarungan budak lelaki itu, kotoran
Atau datang kepada budak lelaki itu di beberapa kotoran yang sombong
Senjata yang kami dapat adalah beberapa najis pengganas
Seperti pengeluar TV kami, GRR, kami menyiarkan kotoran ini
Dia meminta roti untuk ibu bapanya dan kotoran
Saya memberitahunya, "Saya tidak mendapat wang tunai", dan dia berkata dia boleh menunggu di rak, di beberapa kotoran Arab
Saya mengeluarkan sejuta dan menatap kotoran
Batang saya hanya mendapat keras kerana dawai hanya memukul
Jadual saya keluar, datang berputar kami, untuk sebenar
Lelaki, fuck semua yang spinnin 'naratif najis
Saya mencairkan rantai yang saya beli dari bos yo
Beri fuck mengenai semua najis warisan itu
Oleh kerana v tidak ada, ahli -ahli yang dilakukan menutup Louis, mereka bahkan tidak memakai kotoran itu
Jangan datang ke pertarungan budak lelaki itu
Jangan datang kepada budak lelaki itu tentang menghindari beberapa kotoran
Anda bernasib baik kerana Vogue menyaman, kerana saya akan bersama Wassas di Paris dan kotoran
[Bahagian II]
[Segue]
(I-i-)
[Ayat 2: Travis Scott]
Adakah anda gila? Adakah anda gila? (AH)
Dan mereka takut tujuh (tujuh)
Selepas satu-tiga maka kita muncul sebelas (ya)
Pastikan kotoran ini terbuka seperti 7-Eleven (ia menyala)
Saya di rumah, saya mendapat tujuh di syurga
Mereka fikir saya setan, saya membuat saya seorang pendeta
Lil 'Shawty ahli terapi, poppin' omong kosong
Dia melangkah ke arah saya dan dia mula mengaku
Saya tahu apa yang dipertaruhkan, saya menjerit ', "Jeffery percuma"
Sambungkan Kumpulkan Panggilan dari Celly
Memberinya blues, tidak bercakap perut
Jangan simpan ikhlas, saya pergi makaveli
Saya mendapat jus, kini berat (jus)
Sentiasa pada t-time, sudah siap (t, ah), ya
Adakah anda gila? Adakah anda f- (ya, dilontarkan, mari kita pergi)
Bungkus 'Keju, Balut Di Sekitar Saya' Sebab Saya Ada Harta (Bungkus, Keju, Balut)
Coklat AP dan Coklat VS (VS), mendapat kilang Willy Wonka (VS)
Bakar atlet seperti itu kalori, cari api lain panas seperti saya, jalang
[Bahagian III]
[Segue: Travis Scott]
(Ooh)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
Ya, adakah anda gila? (Nah)
Adakah anda gila? (Apa?)
Adakah anda gila? (Nah, nah)
Adakah anda gila? Eh
Adakah anda gila? Eh
Adakah anda fuckin'-
Adakah anda fuckin'-
Adakah anda gila?
[Ayat 3: Travis Scott]
Berapa banyak anak lelaki Texas yang berlari? Pasangan, mungkin (pasangan, mungkin)
Swanging di trak pikap, bayi, fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes)
Saya akan meniduri jalang nigga tetapi dia tidak boleh mempunyai bayi (mempunyai bayi)
Saya akan menembak pantat anda di Walmart seperti saya Dababy (di Walmart)
Anak lelaki yang pergi ke Lionel Messi, saya pergi Tom Brady (woo)
Dulu memakai bust ke belakang pada zaman dahulu saya (woo)
Sekarang saya membiarkan rantai digantung, anda mesti memasukkan anda mungkin (tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas Talkin 'Scarface, saya dalam kehidupan sebenar (ooh)
Adakah anda gila atau apa? Adakah anda gila? (Fuckin 'gila)
Lelaki, kelab itu tidak sama kerana kita kehilangan Mercedes (lurus)
Lelaki, kumpulan itu tidak sama kerana mereka kehilangan yang terbesar (nah, nah, nah)
Kami di luar dengan tentera, jadi anda memerlukan-, uh-uh
Mereka budak lelaki rollin 'semua coklat seperti mereka whippin' kuah
Buat sarkas di luar seperti Bailey Barnum (ia menyala)
Blickey tergantung di sebelah saya, seperti itu benar -benar terhantuk (Blickey, Blickey, Blickey)
Dia menggerakkan seluar dalamnya, dia mahu ia mentah apabila pudar (huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Adakah anda gila? Eh
Adakah anda gila? Eh
Adakah anda gila atau apa?
Adakah anda gila? Yeah
Adakah anda gila atau apa?
Adakah anda fuckin'-
Adakah anda fuckin'-
Adakah anda gila?