Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Upper Echelon , by - Travis Scott. Release date: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Upper Echelon |
| Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie |
| Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic |
| Party at the Sphinx, damn that’s so outlandish (Straight up) |
| She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands (Up) |
| Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here (La Flame) |
| Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year (Straight up) |
| Don’t you come around, we ain’t got the time, B, naww (Straight up) |
| Watch me do the Randy, touchdown (Bricks) |
| Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child (La Flame) |
| Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her (Skrt) |
| We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider |
| Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out) |
| We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) |
| We so fuckin' high, I’m upper echelon (Damn!) |
| (Aight, Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga) |
| You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect |
| Or else I guarantee you’ll get wet (Show us) |
| You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest (Ayy) |
| A choppa no less than a tech (Uh) |
| You niggas want trouble in that I’m the best |
| They just wanna talk, I ain’t finna do that (Hey) |
| I just might pull up wherever you at (At) |
| Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat (Blah) |
| Ok, hol' up, let me freeze up (Okay) |
| These niggas must have caught amnesia (Say what?) |
| My face card in these streets, cuh (Ayy) |
| A-1 credit, no Visa (Leggo) |
| Excuse me shawty don’t get me started |
| If yo shit sick, my shit retarded (Okay) |
| Motherfucker can’t see the tree but before I get wrong |
| Get shot then leave 'em in the forest |
| Boom, wait 'til the end of the Earth |
| Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt |
| Hey, first thing first, this what I do (Okay) |
| I’m a king mothafucka, who the hell are you? |
| Check suckas off top, I bet I do (I do) |
| Hustle Gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool |
| We crème de la crème, fuck them fuck niggas |
| Top shelf, upper echelon, can’t fuck with us (Ayy) |
| Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, bando) |
| We so high, I’m upper echelon (Bando, straight up) |
| We so fuckin' high, I’m upper echelon (Bando, damn, 2 Chainz) |
| Uh, pull up in the 'Rari, my ho beside me (Err) |
| It’s a two seater, your bitch can’t ride, ho I’m sorry (Damn) |
| Let’s get it jumpin', call it center court (Uh) |
| On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court (Damn) |
| Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes (Larry Holmes) |
| On the plane with your bitch and a carry on (Bro) |
| I do it for my city, then I fly away (Fly away) |
| I can see tomorrow, I’m so high today (High today) |
| I told 'em let’s pray, I keep killin' verses (Killing verses, hahaha) |
| Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses |
| Pull out that 7, Mac-11 |
| Pastor, reverend (Hol' up), Versace heaven (Versace heaven) |
| Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, Bando) |
| We so high, I’m upper echelon (Bando, straight up) |
| We so fuckin' high, I’m upper echelon (Bando, damn!) |
| La Flame, straight up! |