Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FRANCHISE, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FRANCHISE |
| Yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm-mhmm |
| Yup, in my white tee |
| Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please |
| Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me |
| Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Yeah) |
| Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah) |
| Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah) |
| You need more than Google just to find me (Ah) |
| I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh) |
| Incredible, ici ici general |
| I just start the label just to sign me |
| Me and Chase connected like we Siamese |
| We've been on the run, feel like a crime spree |
| Talk to me nicely (Yeah!) |
| I seen his face, I seen it |
| Yup, on his white tee (Let's go) |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on) |
| Private flight to France, tryna sightsee (On a private flight) |
| Popped 'em in his hands, he was typing |
| Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it lift it up |
| I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Aye) |
| Ran up twenty million, told the devil, "Keep the luck" |
| Keep that, keep that hoe, RIP Pop |
| Keep the smoke, aye (Slatt) |
| Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely) |
| Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me) |
| Scott's with no strings you can't tie me (With the, hold on) |
| I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo-doo, hee) |
| Yup, in my slime tee... (Doo, doo-doo, hee) |
| Princey in his prime, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee) |
| Yellowbone too feisty, heee... (Doo, doo-doo, hee) |
| Clean him up, no napkin, heee |
| Yup, in my white tee (Yeah!) |
| Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please (It's lit) |
| They gon' wipe you before you wipe me |
| Unboxing my checks not my Nikes |
| Ooooo… |
| 'Scuse me |
| Zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi |
| Don't be missing in Mississippi |
| Dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy |
| Make 'em get me chippy chippy |
| There's a lot I'm gon' spend |
| Tell me when you need me to pull up |
| You gon' shoot out while I spin |
| Tripping like I'm trigger happy |
| Salt fish, ackee ackee, golf buggy |
| Kawasaki, catch a fish |
| Sushi Maki, living life |
| London City, left the town |
| Thug and Travis be that fam |
| Yeah, yeah, you know that (Slatt) |
| And when they free us out, gon' be a film |
| A Kodak (Yeah!) |
| Shoot me pouring right Above The Rim |
| Like Pollack |
| I've been ripping and running, not slipping or sliding |
| Athletic tendencies |
| I've been up chefing it, whipping it to the base rock |
| I provide the remedy (Let's go) |
| When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit!) |
| It's like Zootopia |
| You see the crosses over ya (Yeah!) |
| That's how you know it's us |
| At 4 AM, I'm phoning ya |
| Not for no shoulder rub |
| Them Jackboys open cleaners up |
| The way they fold and tuck |
| Yup, in my white tee |
| Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please |
| Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me |
| Yeah, unboxing the checks not my– |
| Checks not my– |
| I be where the fuck that light be |
| Bangers in the system, it's |
| Bangers in the system, it's |
| Ancient Anunnaki |
| Bangers in the system, it's that |
| Bangers in the system, it's that |
| M.I.A. |