Upper Echelon Lyrics - Travis Scott

Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) 

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) 

We so fuckin' high, upper echelon 

[Verse 1: Travi$ 

Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie 

Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic 

Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish 

She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands 

Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here 

Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year 

Don't you come around me, ain't got the time, B, naww 

Watch me do the Randy, touchdown 

Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child 

Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her 

We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider 

[Hook: Travi$ 

Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) 

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) 

We so fuckin' high, upper echelon 

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[Verse 2: T. 

Aight Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga 

You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect 

Or else I guarantee you'll get wet 

You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest 

A choppa no less than a tech 

You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best 

They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that 

I just might pull up wherever you at 

Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat 

Ok, hol' up, let me freeze up 

These niggas must have caught amnesia 

My face card in these streets cuh 

A-1 credit, no Visa 

Excuse me shawty don't get me started 

If yo shit sick, my shit retarded 

Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I get wrong 

Get shot then leave 'em in the forest 

Boom, wait til the end of the Earth 

Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt 

Hey, first thing first, this what I do 

I'm a king mothafucka who the hell are you? 

Check suckas off top, I bet I do 

Hustle Gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool 

We crème de la crème fuck them fuck niggas 

Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us 

[Hook: Travi$ 

Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) 

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) 

We so fuckin' high, upper echelon 

Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me 

It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry 

Let's get it jumpin', call it center court 

On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court 

Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes 

On the plane with your bitch and a carry on 

I do it for my city, then I fly away 

I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today 

I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses 

Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses 

Pull out that 7, Mac-11 

Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven 

[Hook: Travi$ 

Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) 

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) 

We so fuckin' high, upper echelon 

[Travi$ 

La Flame, straight up!