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Who? What! (Feat. Takeoff & Quavo)

Travis Scott

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Who? What! (Feat. Takeoff & Quavo)

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Know what I'm saying, know what I'm sayingKnow what I'm sayingHeard they talkin' shit 'bout IWho, what, when and why (who)I'm alive, just took one to revive (yup)Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh)In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime(Prime, yeah)Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (ahh)I don't open up her door, she open mineI need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)In the headrest one of 25, yes (skrr, skrr)Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (yeah)One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)When shit get tense, we twist up and we get friedI picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch(bad, bad)I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach(drip, drip)We did some things out on the ways that we can't speakAll I know it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (cash)I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)I could bar up some moreHad to gather the foesHad to count up the Os (big bag)Had to summon the hoes (hey)Dodgin' federal (twelve)I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)Rollin' the dice (hey)Rock on my ice (all ice)Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)This down and groovyTo get down, get groovy (groovy)That bitch brown and choosey (hey)Shawty (shawty) , in a supersonic (yeah)Brand new LaFerrari (woo) , my bitch ride iconicYeah, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide(‘til I slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my sideAin't no fence just a hundred acres wideWhen shit get tense, we twist up and we get friedWas born in the movie (movie)Never make excuses (no)It was time to move it (time to move)It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)We were trained to use it (hey)They was trained to use it (trained)Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)Hit your medulla, yeahShoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)Then shoot your producer (yeah)This shit for the gang, get bangedand fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)Pull up with the sticksand extendables I'm make 'em cuddle up this not a movieYeah, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide(‘til I slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my sideAin't no fence just a hundred acres wideWhen shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
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