Travis (feat. Chimy)
Pull up with my Gs on God
We out
What you what you really thinking 'bout
Ye ye ye
Alright
Ice on my neck
Hop off a jet
Tell 'em we here
I say i say
Come with your friends
Make sure they peng
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to be God
Step ina the place with my trips and munchies
This ain't Travis Scott
Ahh Ahhh Ahhh
Oh no
Ye
Oh no
Tell me what you thinking 'bout
Just want the paper love
All the girls wanna mess with me
Gats to video let them know
The sky is blue my chargie
Wanna make you my b
Fly you put first class
You gon be top class
How am i the one to blame
They gon know your name
Hope you're ready
For the is famous shit
Cause I'm not here to play
They call me the king of the jungle
I don't care
I don't play
I'm not humble
Psychedelic might make me tumble
Big smoke you know me
Smoke jumbo
Stop acting you ain't Uche Jombo
You playing with my mind
Oh nah
Ice on my neck
Hop off a benz
Tell 'em we here
Uhhh
Come with your friends
And make sure they peng
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to be God
Step ina the place with my trips and munchies
This not Travis Scott
When i dey on funds
Order some loud for my Gs for sure
Don't pass me smoke if it ain't that loud
Popo dey come so i jump the stairs
Jump man 24 Kobe dead
Just wanna know who called the feds
Broke my knees
When i jumped off the stairs
If she come i chop am just like biscuit
Like i did back in 2019
Niggas ain't tested what I've seen
Niggas ain't seen what my eyes seen
Wash hand comot from anything Gin
Washed up niggas wanna text man skills
Can't catch me with no dead cc
Shoot my shot
So i reload the gun
Make man vex so i reload the gun
Ice on my neck
Hope off a jet
Tell them we here
Make sure they peng
Come with your friends
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to play God
Step ina the place
With my trips and munchies
This ain't Astro world
Ice on my neck
Hop off a benz
Tell 'em we here
Uhhh
Come with your friends
And make sure they peng
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to be God
Step ina the place with my trips and munchies
This not Travis Scott
We out
What you what you really thinking 'bout
Ye ye ye
Alright
Ice on my neck
Hop off a jet
Tell 'em we here
I say i say
Come with your friends
Make sure they peng
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to be God
Step ina the place with my trips and munchies
This ain't Travis Scott
Ahh Ahhh Ahhh
Oh no
Ye
Oh no
Tell me what you thinking 'bout
Just want the paper love
All the girls wanna mess with me
Gats to video let them know
The sky is blue my chargie
Wanna make you my b
Fly you put first class
You gon be top class
How am i the one to blame
They gon know your name
Hope you're ready
For the is famous shit
Cause I'm not here to play
They call me the king of the jungle
I don't care
I don't play
I'm not humble
Psychedelic might make me tumble
Big smoke you know me
Smoke jumbo
Stop acting you ain't Uche Jombo
You playing with my mind
Oh nah
Ice on my neck
Hop off a benz
Tell 'em we here
Uhhh
Come with your friends
And make sure they peng
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to be God
Step ina the place with my trips and munchies
This not Travis Scott
When i dey on funds
Order some loud for my Gs for sure
Don't pass me smoke if it ain't that loud
Popo dey come so i jump the stairs
Jump man 24 Kobe dead
Just wanna know who called the feds
Broke my knees
When i jumped off the stairs
If she come i chop am just like biscuit
Like i did back in 2019
Niggas ain't tested what I've seen
Niggas ain't seen what my eyes seen
Wash hand comot from anything Gin
Washed up niggas wanna text man skills
Can't catch me with no dead cc
Shoot my shot
So i reload the gun
Make man vex so i reload the gun
Ice on my neck
Hope off a jet
Tell them we here
Make sure they peng
Come with your friends
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to play God
Step ina the place
With my trips and munchies
This ain't Astro world
Ice on my neck
Hop off a benz
Tell 'em we here
Uhhh
Come with your friends
And make sure they peng
Me i no dey claim James Bond
Tell me what you really want
Stop trying to be God
Step ina the place with my trips and munchies
This not Travis Scott
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Okwara
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