Travis Scott – WHO? WHAT! Lyrics ft Quavo & Takeoff

WHO? WHAT! Lyrics by Travis Scott ft Quavo & Takeoff

[Intro]
Know what I’m saying, know what I’m saying
Know what I’m saying

[Verse 1 – Travis Scott & Quavo]
Heard they talking shit ’bout I
Who gon’ win and why
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
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties “Hills”
Was talking Frenchy’s but she thinking 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, mobbing 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

[Hook/Chorus – Travis Scott & Quavo]
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 s–t get tense, we twist up and we get fried

[Verse 2 – Travis Scott & Quavo]
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 a-s she threw it back in self defense “yeah”
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 helping 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”
Rolling the dice “ay”
Rock on my ice “all ice”
Popping that Gucci “Gucci, Gucci”
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy
That b—h brown and choosey “hey”
Shawty, in the supersonic “yeah”
Brand new La Ferrari “woo”, my b—h ride iconic

[Hook/Chorus – Travis Scott]
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 s–t get tense, we twist up and we get fried

[Verse 3 – Quavo & Takeoff]
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 s–t for the gang, get banged and f–k on the group, she a groupie “yeah”
Love her when she choosey, hmm “yeah”
Big bankroll it’s soothing, hmm “yeah”
Pull up with the sticks I’m making them cuddle up this not a movie

[Hook/Chorus – Travis Scott]
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 s–t get tense, we twist up and we get fried