Feel Like Travis Scott

Flying in this car with a Panamera roof
They could tell I been a star by the shit that I've been doing
And you know he ain't get far if he saw me then he doomed
Rocking Travis Scott four's like I'm the highest in the room
I could show you how to count this shit up in four different ways
Yeah she say she like me cause I'm getting to that pay
Fresh as hell up in a white tee I don't even need no chain
We the type to let that shit go then just scratch off in that range

Big Guap they can't catch up to this motion way I make these big nots
Twenty-two's gone spit fast when they coming out a semi
Looking at my wrist up in the light it's gonna gleam
Got some wok with some tris whatever I sip know I'm a lean
I don't like your energy why would I cuff you
Ain't no police but me and Shordy undercover
We gone run up through these bands like it ain't really shit
I'm gone run up all these 100's then ima buy the latest whip
Paris Saint Germain can't get the drip
Bape with a Louie belt up on the hip
Ain't even need no help with stacking chips
Bitch think she getting Chanel but I ain't him

Flying in this car with a Panamera roof
They could tell I been a star by the shit that I've been doing
And you know he ain't get far if he saw me then he doomed
Rocking Travis Scott four's like I'm the highest in the room
I could show you how to count this shit up in four different ways
Yeah she say she like me cause I'm getting to that pay
Fresh as hell up in a white tee I don't even need no chain
We the type to let that shit go then just scratch off in that range



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Writer(s): William Goeckel-bauza
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