[Intro]. Red cups. My party I know you my party favor. Your trophy case filled with them accolades. When you leave I just be hard as fuck. Hard as fuck I'm tryna tell you some.
Cause you're sweet. Sak pasé?, Wah yah seh?. Runnin up, all this cake. Bag it up, then come right away. Cause you're sweet, what's your status?. Might hit your address, if I'm on a mattress.
Astro. . Sun is down, freezing cold. That's how we already know winter's here. My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis belt. That's just all he know he don't know nothing else.
Smoke some, drink some, pop one. Smoke some, drink some, pop one. Smoke some, drink some, pop one. Smoke some, drink some, pop one. Smoke some, drink some, pop one.
Cause you're sweet. Sak pasé?, Wah yah seh?. Runnin up, all this cake. Bag it up, then come right away. Cause you're sweet, what's your status?. Might hit your address, if I'm on a mattress.
[Bridge: Travis Scott]. Young niggas, young niggas ready to go. I'm a young, young nigga got me fucked up. I'm a young, young nigga let's pour up. Young niggas, young niggas ready to go.
Astro. . Sun is down, freezing cold. That's how we already know winter's here. My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis belt. That's just all he know he don't know nothing else.
This is the rewatch, the hot pockets. The fritters, the missiles, the humans. All gathered in secrecy. And flying high as a kite. . Hmm-hmm. Just know what this about.
Yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ooh). Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (yeah). (yeah, yeah). Louder (louder). Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher (uhh, yeah, higher).
[Intro: Travis Scott & Baka]. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Murda on the beat, so it's not nice. . [Chorus: Travis Scott]. Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah).
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah). Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit). Whenever I'm down, it got me goin' crazy (yah).
Ooooh, ahhhh. Oooh, oooh, ahhh. Oooh, oooh, oooh, ahh. . I'm trapped in my conscious. My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds. Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy.
Ooooh, ahhhh. Oooh, oooh, ahhh. Oooh, oooh, oooh, ahh. . I'm trapped in my conscious. My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds. Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy.
Es ist Sommer, ich geh raus in die hell scheinende Sonne. Mit Butterfly, weil mit mehr und mehr Geld Feinde kommen. Wenn sie sehen, dass Du was verdienst, massig Kies hast, Hero.
Nutte, geh mir aus der Sicht, denn dein weinerlicher Punkrap. Is Weiberkram wie Schwanzlecken, Weiberkram wie Schlammcatchen,. Guck mich an, Silberblick, Chromleisten glänzen,.
Sieh mich mit Audemars Piguet zwischen Pornoschlampen stehen. Wie der Mazda RX7 - am Porsche angelehnt. Ich mach die Partybitches klar. Komme mit der Gun und drück auf den Abzug.
Wenn HipHop heißt, du musst 'ne Schwuchtel sein in Baggy Pants. Dann fall' ich aus dem Raster, wie die Schuppen eines Reggae-Fans. Luxuslife wie 'n Präsident, Kreuz wie ein Grizzly-Bär.
JBG, Mutterficker, die Crew, die dich wegbombte. Aus Komm, lass paar Mütter ficken, wurd' 'ne Geschäftsbranche. Damals im Rapgenre verkaufte niemand CDs.
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Earth shaking, heart's on fire. I'm waiting, tethered to the wire. So jump if you're gonna jump. Dive right into it. If you think you had enough. Don't be afraid of it.