Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NO BYSTANDERS, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NO BYSTANDERS |
| The party never ends |
| In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah |
| I’m tryna get revenge |
| You’ll be all out of love in the end |
| Spent ten hours on this flight, man |
| Tell the pilot ain’t no flight plans |
| Can’t believe whatever I’m saying |
| And they know whenever I land |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) |
| The party never ends |
| In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah |
| I’m tryna get revenge |
| You’ll be all out of love in the end |
| Bicentennial men |
| Put the city on the slam |
| She get trippy off Xans |
| Lost 21 grams |
| And she did it on cam |
| Wasn’t no video dance |
| Make my own rules |
| I really don’t pick, I just choose |
| I don’t send pics, I just shoot |
| Chopper gettin' screwed |
| I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze |
| Put it on God |
| He the one who put me on top |
| Can’t be put in a box, gotta move on the opps |
| Never got the move on the drop |
| Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep |
| Tryna run down, shit’s deep |
| Gotta act a fool with the squad |
| Next city, no sleep |
| Back to the 713 |
| Spent ten hours on this flight, man |
| Tell the pilot ain’t no flight plans |
| Can’t believe whatever I’m saying |
| And they know whenever I land |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) |
| Heartbreak hotel, bet you can’t take no L’s |
| Plug like AOL |
| Who say that I ain’t gon' sell? |
| Hand me the H, I’ll sell |
| She said «I got it, nigga» |
| I said «I ain’t gon' tell» |
| Buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale |
| I’m sick of the drank (the drankin') |
| The flippin' of paint (paint, yeah) |
| Grippin' the grain (grain, yeah) |
| Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah) |
| My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah) |
| Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah) |
| Got your bitch on the plane |
| Spent ten hours on this flight, man |
| Tell the pilot ain’t no flight plans |
| Can’t believe whatever I’m saying |
| And they know whenever I land |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) |
| The party never ends |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) |
| The party never ends |
| Family function, I ain’t no friends |
| Had a line around my ends |
| Turned 'em into Ms |
| Why you tryna make amends? |
| What’s that smell? |
| It’s heaven-scent |
| Like I drop shit out the wind |
| Dodgin' hella sins |
| I can’t go back there again |
| Now the dogs ain’t civilized |
| Take the one, feel vilified |
| You can’t see my suns |
| Like the light don’t hit this eye |
| In the function and I’m fried |
| It’s the drop is not a drop |
| When they open wide |
| It’s a ride, right? |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up |
| They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh! |
| Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) |