[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Playin’ with yourself, I’m poppin’ pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin’ in the Palms, got a four with me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me (Hahaha)
[Verse 1: Future]
Knocked down that bitch, put a Glock on the switch
Passing out these pills, I done told y’all to kill ’em
I done told y’all to flip it, I done told y’all to dress
I done told y’all to pimp it (How to pimp it)
Designer my clothes, I designer my girls
Money, more mud, I mix codeine on her
From the bando to Tokyo, different flavor
Strapped with a pole and I’m talkin’ with my chest out
Hang with the bros, we in Turks with the best of ’em
Some like a pro athlete, the way I crossed over
Trap nigga, extravaganza, I told you
One, two, three Phantoms pullin’ up and I showed you
Mud in my drink, I got mud on my shoulder (On my shoulder)
Cookin’ models up, poppin’ bottles up
I’m a nuisance, got the coupe in it, go and spin it
Gotta wear diamonds, like it’s a part of my religion
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Playin’ with yourself, I’m poppin’ pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin’ in the Palms, got a four with me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Somethin’ gettin’ got, I gotta give
Either way it go, you know, it is what it is
Flip flop the soda, ’til it mix with the fizz
Try to Payola, that’s a stitch in the biz’
I’ve been in hold up, cookin’ hits at the Ritz
Had a couple comin’ over for visits from the strip
Love to come over for events to get bent
You leave without your sins and then you try to repent (Yeah)
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Mixin’ Wockesha, mixin’ Wockesha
Pour another liter, now I gotta eat her
Now I gotta eat her
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Future]
Playin’ with yourself, I’m poppin’ pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin’ to the Palms, got a four with me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
[Refrain: Future]
Made it to the block to the hills
Ain’t answer my thoughts on these pills
Put chef through the block, poppin’ a seal
I got drip on me that ain’t for sale
I get it, I’m a boss, pushin’ ’til it ain’t no limit
I spit in my bitch mouth, tell her “Keep hoes out our business”
Got an iced out lil’ cross, but ain’t doin’ no repentin’
Money stuck to me, like it’s ventin’
[Outro: Travis Scott]
(Metro)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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