Lyrics Travis Scott

Travis Scott

Quintana Pt. 2

One thing these bitches just got you finessing designer (Straight up)

Oh my God it's no rental compared, there's no need to remind you

Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me higher (That dope)

Oh no no, Oh no no no no no no no

Stuck on black as True Religion (Straight up)

This that shit that keep you geekin'

I been fucked me bout 5 bad bitches this morning

And I ain't goin' back unless they horny

Oh no no, Oh no no no no no no no

(Finessing, finessing)

I can't go one day without finessing

(Finessing, finessing)

Ain't no argument and we straight up finessing

(Finessing, finessing)

Ain't no argument and we straight up finessing

Straight up, straight up

Ain't no argument and we straight up finessing

Been on that weed with my team

Rolling with my team, yeah we all finessing

Man here it go, fishcale, A1 perico

Fill PJ's up with kilos, then sell it like it's legal

Everybody he know could have gotten hit with the rico

Caught a couple of charges they was weak though

Feds had to let him go in a week or so

Still, still need the key to blow, whole heap of dough

Ran the streets for so long, man the team was so on

Damn it seem like so long ago, we had em in Mexico

He tryna make a bet, three bricks more

The, people always run up on us in Texas though

Only by the grace of God they ain't catch though

Some lil young nigga with some big dreams

Almost on the verge of doing some big things

Tryna get a bird since he was sixteen

And I ain't playin' around, fifteen more

You know a nigga love nice things

And the price in the hood is too frightening

Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing

Except for me to do my thing

Tell me why she wanna leave me

She used me to get high

She used me to get higher, higher, higher

So tell me why she wanna leave me

Ooh, ooh, oohh, ooh, ooh

(As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem, the quest for La Flame, this journey, it's the last days)