MELTDOWN - Travis Scott, Drake Lyric Version 🌱 Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now
T time T time
T time T time T time
Teatime like I got a cup of this sh*t
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I'd love to f*ck on a regular b*tch
Famous f*es lame
But they stay on my d*ck
Heard your new joint
It's embarrassing sh*t
You talk to the cops
On some therapist sh*t
You act like you love this American sh*t
But really the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah you scared of the 6
Yeah you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go
And inherit that sh*t
Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons sh*t
Or come to the boy
On some arrogant sh*t
The weapons we got are some terrorist sh*t
Like TV producers we grr
We airing this sh*t
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
I told her I don't got no cash
And she said she could wait on a rack
On some Arabic sh*t
I pull out a million
And stare at the sh*t
My d*ck just got hard
'cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out come spin us for real
Man f*ck all that spinnin' the narrative sh*t
I melt down the chains
That I bought from yo' boss
Give a f*ck about all of that heritage sh*t
Since V not around
The members done hung up the Louis
They not even wearing that sh*t
Don't come to the boy
'bout repairing some sh*t
Don't come to the boy
About sparing some sh*t
You lucky that Vogue was suing
'cause I would've been
With the Wassas in Paris and sh*t
Is you fuckin' crazy
Is you f*ckin' crazy
And they scared of the seven
After one-three then we turn up eleven
Keep this sh*t open like 7-Eleven
Me at the house
I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic
I keep me a reverend
Lil' shawty a therapist poppin' her sh*t
She inching my way
And she started confessing
I know what's at stake
I'm screamin' Free Jeffrey
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues
Not talkin' 'bout belly
Don't keep it sincere
I go Makaveli
I got the juice now it's heavy
Always on t-time been ready yeah
Is you f*cking crazy Is you f*
Wrappin' the cheese
Wrap around me 'cause I've got property
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs
Got the Willy Wonka factory
Burn a athlete like it's calories
Find another flame hot as me b*tch
Yeah is you f*cking crazy
Is you fucking crazy
Is you fucking crazy
Is you fucking crazy Uh
Is you fucking crazy Uh
Is you f*ckin'
Is you f*ckin'
Is you fucking crazy
How many Texas boys done ran it up
A couple maybe
Swanging in the pickup truck baby f*ck Mercedes
I'll f*ck a nigga b*tch
But she can't have the baby
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby
The boy going Lionel Messi
I go Tom Brady
Used to wear the bust down back
In my old days
Now I let the chains hang
You gotta tuck yours maybe
N*ggas talkin' Scarface
I'm that in real life
Is you f*cking crazy or what
Is you fucking crazy
Man the club ain't been the same since
We lost Mercedes
Man the clique ain't been the same since
They lost the greatest
We outside with the army
So you need the uh-uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like
They whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey
Blickey hanging on my side
It's like it's really banging
She move her panties to the side
She want it raw when faded
Is you f*cking crazy Uh
Is you f*cking crazy Uh
Is you f*cking crazy or what
Is you f*cking crazy Yeah
Is you f*cking crazy or what
Is you f*ckin'
Is you f*ckin'
Is you f*cking crazy