[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ah-ah, ah (Yeah)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, woah, drop a six, make me trip (It's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (Straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (Alright), woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (Yeah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (Yeah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (Yeah), ayy (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta & Travis Scott]
I won't forget how they shitted on me (Ooh)
How they quitted on me (Ayy, ah-ah, ooh, uh, uh, uh)
All these hundreds on me, I be runnin' to that money
Nothin' but gunners 'round me, I be runnin' with them gunners (Straight up, it's lit)
Fuck it up, bitch called my phone trippin', I hung up
I'ma fire this bitch if he run up
Everybody 'round me gettin' some money
I'll slide out for my dawgs and I'm sellin' dope 'til the sun up

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
And I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you
Glad I found you, glad I found you, glad I found you
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, ayy, drop a six, make me trip (It's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (Straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (Alright), woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (Yeah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (Yeah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (Yeah), ayy (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta & Travis Scott]
Wrist, Patek, .40 layin' on the set
I eat, you eat, told my n***a, "We gon' eat"
I ain't gotta stand in front of grandma's house and sell dope 'cross the street no more
Shoutout everybody who ever hated on me or turned their back on me before
Fire shots, I'ma fire back (Uh), lie to me, I'ma lie back (Uh)
Two wrongs don't make a right, I don't give a fuck about that (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
They mad 'cause I'm rich (Uh, uh)
I might go and fuck my hater's bitch
Whole lot of ice on my wrist (Yeah)
For my dawg, I'll hit a lick

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
And I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you
Glad I found you, glad I found you, glad I found you

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah (Ayy), drop a six, make me trip (It's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (Straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (Alright), woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (Yeah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (Yeah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (Yeah), ayy
[Outro: Travis Scott & Blac Youngsta]
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ooh
I won't forget how they shitted on me (Straight up)
How they quitted on me (Straight up)
Ah, ooh