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 ® - 2023-07-30T20:15-03:00 - 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?
Da! Napetosti definitivno raste
Trenutno gore. TIM VREME, TIME. TIM VREME, TIM VREME
Teatime kao da imam šolju ovog sranja
Vrijeme kao golf u četvrt do šest
Volio bih se jebati na redovnu kuju
Poznati motike, ali ostaju na mom kurcu
Čuo sam svoj novi zglob, sramotno je, sranje
Razgovarate sa policajcima na nekoj terapepistu
Ponašaš se kao da voliš ovo američko sranje
Ali, zaista, istina se bojiš 6
Da, plašili ste se 6
Da, plašili ste se 6
Vaš tjelohranitelj stavlja u neki posao na fluke
Sad želiš ići i naslijediti to sranje
Ne razgovarajte sa dečkama za usporedbu, sranje
Ili dođite kod dječaka na neko arogantno sranje
Oružje koje imamo je neko terorističko sranje
Kao i TV proizvođači mi, Grr, mi probijamo ovo sranje
Ona pita za hljeb za roditelje i sranje
Rekao sam joj: "Nemam gotovinu", a ona je rekla da može sačekati na stalak, na nekom arapskom sranju
Izvlačim milion i zurim u sranje
Moj kurac je upravo postao težak zato što je žica samo pogođena
Moj raspored je napolju, dođi da nas okrenemo, za stvarno
Čovječe, jebi se sve ono što se vrti narativno sranje
Rastopim lance koje sam kupio od šefa
Jebi se zbog svih te sranja baštine
Od v a ne okolo, članovi su objesili u Louisu, čak ni ne nose to sranje
Nemojte doći kod dečaka koji popravlja neko sranje
Nemojte doći kod dečaka oko pošteđu neko sranje
Sretni što je vogue tužio, jer bih bio s Wassasom u Parizu i sranje
[Dio II]
[SEGUE]
(I-i-)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Jebeš li jebeno? Jebeš li jebeno? (Ah)
I plašili su se sedam (sedam)
Nakon jednog-tri, onda se pojavimo jedanaest (da)
Držite ovo sranje otvoreno kao 7-jedanaest (svijetlo)
Ja u kući, imam sedam na nebu
Misle da sam sotoničan, čuvam me velečasni
Lil 'Shawty terapeut, popusti svoje sranje
Smirila mi se i počela je priznati
Znam šta je u pitanju, vrištim ", besplatni jeffery"
Connect Prikupljajte pozive odmah sa cellyja
Dao joj je blues, ne razgovaraju "bool
Ne drži ga iskreno, idem makaveli
Dobio sam sok, sad je težak (sok)
Uvijek u T-Time, bio je spreman (T, Ah), da
Jebeš li lud? Jesi li f- (da, kamenovan, idemo)
Omotaj sir, omotaj se oko mene jer imam imanje (omotaj, sir, omot)
Čokoladna AP i čokolada VS (VS), dobio je fabriku Willy Wonka (VS)
Spalite sportaš poput kalorija, pronađite još jedan plamen vrući kao ja, kučko
[III DIO]
[SEGUE: Travis Scott]
(Ooh)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
Da, jebeš li lud? (Ne)
Jebeš li lud? (Šta?)
Jebeš li lud? (Nah, ne)
Jebeš li lud? Uh
Jebeš li lud? Uh
Jesi li jebeno-
Jesi li jebeno-
Jebeš li lud?
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Koliko je Texas dječaka uradio? Par, možda (par, možda)
Zabava u kamionu, dušo, jebi se Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
Jebiću crnjačku kuju, ali ne može imati dijete (imati dijete)
Pucaću u dupe u Walmartu kao da sam Dababy (u Walmart)
Dječak ide Lionel Messi, idem Tom Brady (Woo)
Koristi se za nošenje uranjanja u svoje stare dane (woo)
Sad sam pustio lance da visi, moraš da povučeš svoje možda (uvučete ga, ugurci)
Crnjaci razgovaraju sa šalkom, ja sam u stvarnom životu (ooh)
Jebeš li lud ili šta? Jebeš li lud? (Jebeno ludo)
Čovječe, klub nije isti jer smo izgubili Mercedes (ravno gore)
Čovječe, klika nije bila ista jer su izgubili najveće (nah, nah, ne)
Izvana smo sa vojskama, tako da vam trebaju -, uh-uh
Oni dječaci valjaju sve smeđe poput njih
Napravite cirkus vani kao da je Barnum's Bailey (svijetli)
Blickey visi na mojoj strani, to je kao da je stvarno lupanje (Blickey, Blickey, Blickey)
Pomera gaćice sa strane, želi da je sirova kad je izblijedjela (a? A? A?) A?)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Jebeš li lud? Uh
Jebeš li lud? Uh
Jebeš li lud ili šta?
Jebeš li lud? Da
Jebeš li lud ili šta?
Jesi li jebeno-
Jesi li jebeno-
Jebeš li lud?