[Part I]
[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T-ed up right now
T-time
T-time, t-time, t-time, t-time
[Verse 1: Drake]
T-time like I got a cup of this shit
T-time like golf at a quarter to six
I 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 therapy shit
You act like you love this American shit
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6ix
Yeah, you scared of the 6ix
Yeah, you scared of the 6ix
Your bodyguard put in some work on the fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that shit
Don’t talk about the boy ’bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got is some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr, 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 gon’ wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stared 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 meltdown some chains that you got from your boss
Give a fuck about all 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 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 [?] shit
[Part II]
[Segue]
I-I—
[Travis Scott]
Is you fuckin’ crazy?
Is you fuckin’ crazy?
And they scared of the seven
[?] turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-11 (It’s lit)
Meet at the house, I got seven
They think I’m satanic
I keep me a regular shawty a therapist
[?] she itching my wayt and she started confessing
Gave her the blues
I know what’s at stake, I’m screamin’, “Free Jeffrey”
Cannot collect calls right out at the celly
Gave her the blues
I go Makaveli, I got the juice now, it’s
Always on t-time, been ready, yeah (T)
Is you fucking crazy? (Let’s go)
Is you fucking crazy?
Rap around me
‘Cause I got property
Chocolate
Got the willy wonka factory
Burn a athlete like calories
Find another flame, bitch please
Yeah
Is you fucking crazy (Yeah)
Is you fucking crazy (What?)
Is you fucking crazy
Is you fucking crazy (Nah)
Is you fucking crazy
Is you fuckin
Is you fuckin
Is you fuckin
[Verse: Travis Scott]
[?] texas boys and ran it up a couple maybe
In the pickup truck
I fuck a nigga bitch [?] Have a baby
I shoot your ass in Walmart
[?] messy, tom brady
Used to wear a buss down back in my old days
Now I left the chains and you got
Niggas talkin’ scare face I’m that in real life
Is you fucking crazy or what
Is you fucking crazy
Man that club ain’t been the same since we lost
Man
We outside with the army so you need
Them boys rollin all brown
Makin’ suckas outside It’s lit
[?] on my side
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded
Huh?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fuckin’
Is you fuckin’
Is you fucking crazy?