[Intro: Travis Scott]
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Know what Im sayin, know what Im sayin?
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Know what Im sayin?
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[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Quavo]
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Heard they talkin shit bout I
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Who, what, when and why? (Who?)
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Im alive, just took one to revive (Yup)
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Keep that vibe when we show up and collide (‘Llide, yeah)
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Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh, he-he-he-he, yeah)
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In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills, yeah)
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Was talkin Frenchys, but she thinkin Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
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Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (Ahh, yeah)
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I dont open up her door, she open mine (Swang)
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I need less stress and I need more thighs, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
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We on the jet quest, mobbin with the tribe, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
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In the headrest, one of twenty-five, yes (Skrr, skrr)
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Aint seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (Yeah)
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[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
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One, two, three, four, five, thats the countdown til I slide (Slide)
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Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (Eat it up)
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Aint no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Nope)
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When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
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[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Quavo]
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I picked my favorite dancer out, then pay her rent (Cash, cash)
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At Christmas time its no Saint Nick, we got the Grinch (Bad, bad)
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I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (Yeah)
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We took the crib, flood the backyard like its the beach (Drip, drip)
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We did some things out on the ways that we cant speak
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All I know it was, “Mo Bamba” on repeat (Cash)
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I dont think these things I took is helpin me (Oh, yeah)
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I could bar up some more
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Had to gather the foes
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Had to count up the Os (Big bag)
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Had to summon the hoes (Hey)
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Dodgin federal (12)
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I rolled through the light (Skrrt, skrrt)
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Rollin the dice (Hey)
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Rock all my ice (All ice)
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Poppin that coochie (Coochie, coochie)
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This down and groovy (Ooh)
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To get down, get groovy (Groovy, groovy)
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That bitch brown and choosey (Hey)
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Shawty (Shawty), in a supersonic (Yeah)
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Brand new LaFerrari (Woo), my bitch ride iconic
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[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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(Yeah, yeah)
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One, two, three, four, five
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Thats the countdown til I slide (‘Til I slide)
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Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side)
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Aint no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—)
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When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)
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[Verse 3: Quavo]
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Was born in the movie (Movie)
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Never make excuses (No)
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It was time to move it (Time to move)
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It was God and the Uzi (God and the Uzi)
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We were trained to use it (Hey)
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They were trained to use it (Trained)
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Shoot you like Cupid (Shoot)
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Hit your medulla, yeah
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[Verse 4: Takeoff & Quavo]
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Shoot at, shoot at intruders (Yeah, pew-pew-pew)
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Then shoot your producer (Yeah)
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Then she fuck the gang, get banged
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And fuck on the group, she a groupie (Yeah)
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Love her when she choosin, hmm (Yeah)
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Big bankroll, its soothin, hmm (Yeah)
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Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus
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I make em cuddle up, this not a movie
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[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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(Yeah, yeah)
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One, two, three, four, five, thats the countdown til I slide (‘Til I slide)
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Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side)
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Aint no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—)
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When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)
