Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WHO? WHAT!, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WHO? WHAT! |
| Know what I’m saying, know what I’m saying |
| Know what I’m saying |
| Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I |
| Who gon' win and why |
| I’m alive, just took one to revive |
| Keep that vibe when we show up and collide |
| Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I |
| In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties |
| Was talkin' Frenchy’s but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime) |
| Know she keep an open mouth and open mind |
| I don’t open up her door, she open mine |
| I 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 |
| One, two, three, four, five, that’s the countdown 'til I slide |
| Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side |
| Ain’t no fence just a hundred acres wide |
| When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried |
| I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent |
| At Christmas time it’s no Saint Nick we got the Grinch |
| I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense |
| We took the crib, flipped the backyard like it’s the beach |
| We did some things out on the ways that we can’t speak |
| All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat |
| I don’t think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah) |
| I could bag up some hoes |
| Had to count up the fours |
| Had to count up the Os (big bag) |
| Had to summon the hoes (ay) |
| Dodge the federal (12) |
| I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr) |
| Rollin' the dice (ay) |
| Rock on my ice (all ice) |
| Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci) |
| This down and groovy |
| To get down, get groovy |
| That bitch brown and choosey (hey) |
| Shawty, in the supersonic (yeah) |
| Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic |
| 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 |
| Ain’t no fence just a hundred acres wide |
| When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried |
| Was 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 train to use it (train) |
| Shoot you like Cupid (shoot) |
| Hit your medulla, yeah |
| Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah) |
| Then shoot your producer |
| This shit for the gang, get banged and 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 sticks I’m makin' them cuddle up this not a movie |
| 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 |
| Ain’t no fence just a hundred acres wide |
| When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried |