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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Carlton D Mays Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh my god
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
Oh my god
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on?
Aye
[Verse 2]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up)
Aye, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in
[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
[Verse 4]
Yeah, hold up
I don't know what planet I'm on
I'm a king, lil bitch watch the throne
I feel like Voldo, I'll chop off your arms
[Verse 5]
Steady causing havoc, yeah
Bitch I'm ballin' hard just like a Maverick
Money stretch long lil' bitch, like elastic
Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, aye
Know I keep a ratchet (Alright)
If you play, boy I'll turn your ass to ashes
Automatic, doom, doom, doom, doom, bitch, I'm blasting, yeah
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah
Money stretch long, it's elastic
[Verse 6]
I don't know what planet I'm on (I'm on Mars)
I'm a king, lil' bitch watch the throne
I feel like Voldo, I'll chop off your arms (Yuh)
[Verse 7]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (Yeah)
All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (It's lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (Straight up)
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (Alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (Yeah)
My diamond's dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (Yeah)
My diamond's dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
Astroworld's my planet, my home (Yeah)
Car's too hot, the fumes too strong (Yeah, yeah, it's lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (Alright)
Add it up, don't subtract it (Yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let's get blasted (Straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (Skrrt, skrrt)
Can't fall asleep at night 'cause they attacking, yeah
[Verse 10]
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don't do the same (No)
I, feed all my bitches the 'caine (White)
I, double cup to drown the pain (Drank)
Light the octane (Gas)
I'ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (Skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim
Don't need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon' pop up on you
Like I'm Bloody Mary, mane
[Verse 11]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up)
Aye, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in
[Verse 12]
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Yeah
Written by: Carlton Mays, Carlton Mays Jr., Jacques Bermon Webster II, Michael Lamar White II