[Zona Man] Yeah, you know, we gon´ be aight Leaders of the new school
They ain´t want to let us in but they had to Trav, tell ´em what it is Zona Man in the building
[Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Okay, okay, okay Already know it´s gon´ be alright Way we going up we might be all night Okay, okay, ay Now we gon´ blow like the wind Should´ve never let us niggas in Okay, okay, okay, okay Should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve never, should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve-should´ve-should´ve never let us niggas in
Should´ve never let us niggas in Should´ve-should´ve-should´ve never let us niggas in Okay, okay, okay
[Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Let´s get this shit lit poured right Need my drugs alright Call my bitch up, she gon´ suck this dick four ways Four ways, now it´s time to pay Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today Okay, okay, okay, okay Now it´s bombs away Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve ´em candy cane Okay, okay, bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah
[Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Okay, okay, okay Already know it´s gon´ be alright Way we going up we might be all night Okay, okay Now we gon´ blow like the wind Should´ve never let us niggas in Okay, okay, okay, okay Should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve never, should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve-should´ve-should´ve never let us niggas in
Should´ve never let us niggas in Should´ve-should´ve-should´ve never let us niggas in Okay, okay
[ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott] Bottom bitch say ho Know you on top when the top get floored Crib where the cop won´t go Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice Tell a bitch, "Get right," make a nigga miss that flight Can a nigga hit that twice Should have never let us niggas in Got my first M 2012 Now a hundred K in the mail Free another homie on bail Money low, her pussy gon´ sell
Tryna tell me money ain´t shit When you tried to tell me water won´t whip When you tried to say this quarter won´t flip Since Snoop who the other rich crip How Groovy get the Pringle man chip Walk on with a twenty-yard clip Walk on while a real nigga limp Black nigga green grass no golf So on turn the satellite off from the set Feel like I died on that cross, hang on
[Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Okay, okay, okay Already know it´s gon´ be alright Way we going up we might be all night Okay, okay Now we gon´ blow like the wind Should´ve never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay Should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve never, should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve never let them niggas in Should´ve-should´ve-should´ve never let us niggas in Should´ve never let us niggas in Should´ve-should´ve-should´ve never let us niggas in Okay, okay
[Alright]
[ Travis Scott] Alright, alright, alright (Balling down the corner) Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Take the long way home) Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright
[Travis Scott] Jacques was born April 30, ayy Doctor said he won´t be home in thirty days He gon´ be alright, alright, alright, alright Mama said her son gon´ be a gift Mama said her son gon´ be the shit He gon´ be alright, alright, alright, alright Mama coming home with different niggas Daddy out there hanging with the killers Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright? Feel like I´ma need me a sip Feel like I´ma need me a bitch Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
[ SZA & Travis Scott] There´s blood on your face Uh, salt on your skin Your battle is done for now Alright, alright, alright Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright Hit another lick and we gon´ be alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Now we got this breeze, we gon´ be alright Hundred all we need, we gon´ be alright Alright, alright, alright Completely available to you Scrape a little off the top Come, make your pudding pop Alright all night