WHO? WHAT! (feat. Quavo & Takeoff)

Travis Scott

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    Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying
    Know what I'm saying

    Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
    Who what when and why (who)
    I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
    Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)
    Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh)
    In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
    Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
    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 (slide)
    Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
    Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
    When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

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    I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
    At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
    I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
    We took the crib, flood 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

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Elpee Ez, Frank Dukes, Roc Pretty Boi 30, Migos, Cardo, Brock F Korsan, Takeoff y Jacques Berman Webster

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