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?
Erê! Tengezarî bê guman rabû
Di cih de rast e. T dema, t. T dema, t dema, t dema
Teatime mîna min kasa vê shitê girt
Time Time Like Golf li çaryeka şeşan
Ez dixwazim li ser çalekek birêkûpêk bixim
Hoesên navdar lê lê ew li ser dîk min dimînin
Hevalê we yê nû bihîst, ew şerm e, shit
Hûn bi cops li ser hin shitên terapîst diaxivin
Hûn mîna ku hûn ji vê shitê Amerîkî hez dikin tevdigerin
Lê, bi rastî, rastî hûn ji 6-ê ditirsin
Erê, hûn ji 6 ditirsiyan
Erê, hûn ji 6 ditirsiyan
Bodyguard we li hin karekî li ser fluke dixe
Naha hûn dixwazin biçin û mîrasê bikin ku shit
Bi kurmê bangê 'bout, shit re nebêjin
An werin kurik li ser hin shitên arogant
Çekên ku me girti hin shit terorîst in
Mîna hilberînerên TV, em, grr, em vê shitê dikin
Ew ji bo dê û bavê xwe û Shit ji bo nan dipirse
Min jê re got, "Ez bê pere negirtim", û wê got ku ew dikare li ser rack, li ser hin shitek erebî bisekine
Ez mîlyonek li ser shitê dikişînim û stêr dikim
Dîkika min tenê dijwar bû 'dibe sedema ku telekek tenê lê ket
Bernameya min derketiye, werin me, ji bo rast
Mêr, her tiştê ku spinnin 'çîroka çîroka
Ez zincîrên ku min ji bossê yo kirîn
Li ser hemî heritage Shit-ê felqek bidin
Ji ber ku v ne li dora xwe, endaman ji louisê dane, ew tewra ew shit jî çêdikin
Bêhna ku ji bo ku hin shit tamîr bike
Li ser kurê spartinê dernekevin
Hûn dilxweş dibin ku dengbêjê suting bû, 'sedema ku ez ê bi Wassas re li Parîs û Shit bûm
[Part II]
[Segue]
(I-i-)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Ma tu Fuckin 'dîn î? Ma tu Fuckin 'dîn e? (AH)
Û ew ji heftê (heft) ditirsin
Piştî yek-sê wê hingê em yanzdehan radibin (Erê)
Vê shitê mîna 7-yanzdehan vekirî bimînin (ew ronî ye)
Ez li malê, min li ezmanan heft hebûn
Ew difikirin ku ez Satanic im, ez ji min re rûmetek didomînim
Lil 'Shawty Terapîstek, Poppin' wê Shit
Ew diçû riya min û wê dest bi îtîrafê kir
Ez dizanim li Stake çi ye, ez qîrîn ', "Jeffer Free"
Connect calls rast ji Celly re berhev dike
Ew blues da, ne biaxive '' Belly Belly
Ma wê dilpak nekin, ez diçim Makaveli
Min juice girt, naha ew giran e (ava)
Her dem li ser t-time, amade bûn (t, ah), erê
Ma tu dîn dikî? Ma tu F- (erê, keviran, em biçin)
Wrappin 'The Cheese, Li dora min were sekinandin
Chocolate AP û Chocolate The Vs (VS), Willy Wonka Factory (VS)
Athletek wekî kaloriyan bişewitînin, flaşek din jî wekî min germ bibînin, bitch
[Part III]
[Segue: Travis Scott]
(Ooh)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
Erê, ma tu dîn dikî? (Nah)
Ma tu dîn dikî? (Çi?)
Ma tu dîn dikî? (Nah, Nah)
Ma tu dîn dikî? Uh
Ma tu dîn dikî? Uh
Tu fuckin'-
Tu fuckin'-
Ma tu dîn dikî?
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Howiqas kurên Texas hatine kirin ew rabûn? Cotek, dibe ku (heval, dibe ku)
Di kamyonê hilgirê de, pitik, Fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
Ez ê bitikek Nigga lêxe lê ew nekare pitikê (pitikê hebe)
Ez ê di walmartê de wek ku ez dababy im (li walmart)
Kurik diçe Lionel Messi, ez diçim Tom Brady (Woo)
Di rojên min ên kevn de pişta xwe dida xwarê (woo)
Naha ez dihêle zincîran biherim, tu ji te re çirûsk dikî?
Niggas Talkin 'Scarface, ez ew di jiyana rast de (ooh)
Ma hûn dîn in an çi? Ma tu dîn dikî? (Fuckin 'Crazy)
Mêrik, klûb ji ber ku me Mercedes wenda kir (rasterast)
Mêrik, Clique ne wusa bû ku ew mezintirîn winda kirin (Nah, Nah, Nah)
Em li derve bi artêşê re, ji ber vê yekê hûn hewce ne-, uh-uh
Wan kurên 'hemî brown mîna ku ew digirîn' gravy
Li derveyî Circîsê mîna BARNUM ya Bailey (ew ronî ye)
Blickey li tenişta min tê, mîna ku ew bi rastî bangewazî ye (Blickey, Blickey, Blickey)
Ew pantikên xwe li tenişta xwe bar dikin, ew dixwest ku ew xav bibe (huh? Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ma tu dîn dikî? Uh
Ma tu dîn dikî? Uh
Ma hûn dîn in an çi?
Ma tu dîn dikî? Erê
Ma hûn dîn in an çi?
Tu fuckin'-
Tu fuckin'-
Ma tu dîn dikî?