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Travis Scott

THE SCOTTS

 

THE SCOTTS


[Travis Scott:]
Let's go

[Travis Scott {Kid Cudi}:]
We see the hype outside (Yeah)
Right from the house, uh
Took it straight from outside {Yeah}
Straight to the couch {Mm}
We put the mic outside {Yeah}
Air this shit out, uh {Mm}
You letting THE SCOTTS outside {Yeah}
We running the scouts {Mm}
Ain't no controlling the gang {Yeah, yeah, yeah}
They never leave {Mm}
I got tats over my veins {Yeah}
'Cause that what I bleed {Mm}
She drink a lot of the bourbon {Yeah}
Like she from the street, uh {Mm}
We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh {Yeah, mm}
We heard that your way went dry {Yeah}
We flooding the drought, uh {Mm}
Heard that your hood outside {Yeah}
We added some routes {Mm}
We having the goods outside {Mm}
Move it in and out {Mm}
You letting THE SCOTTS outside {Mm}
We running the scouts

[Kid Cudi:]
Nigga, the cops outside (Yeah)
Lock up the house (Yeah, yeah)
We keep the team on high (Huh)
Some gold in they mouth (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, the Porsche outside (Huh)
Without the top (Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah)
She want a mimosa-sa (Yeah)
Bring in the shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell these phony bitches "Beat it"
With that Photoshopping body, Adobe, help me
She in there making panini
She know I got all the bread
She know me, got it
On my hustle, having visions
It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (Huh, huh)
Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay
Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey
Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these
Niggas don't know where to go
Gotta keep giving em heat, heat (Yeah)
Time to go double though, time they add up the math, mad
And I've been dealing with so many things, having so many dreams

[Travis Scott:]
Let's go

done

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