Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight de Travis Scott

Listado de Canciones

1. The Ends3:21

   Letra

   2AM howlin' outside Lookin' but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy 20/20, but I can't see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make 'em drop me Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies No, that wasn’t my girl, that was just a hobby Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me Yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles Right up at your hood up north Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on you They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From the tribe called check-a-hoe like Indian Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Eh, today I'mma take a cheque and cancel left I guess it's all survival but please be careful I gave up on the Bible long time ago I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids And dumped them in the creek up from where I live Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza And said he had a label recruitin' people Put that on my grandma and everythin' My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne It could've been me or could've been you too What a memory in me, needing to lose What's gon' patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now In the ends, I'mma kick your door down Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya
2. Way Back4:32

   Letra

   Woah, yeah boy Woah, yeah boy Woah, yeah boy Don't wet no more I need fake niggas to get way back James Harden with the range on me nigga way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Wooo) I can't get no rest (we in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (rack) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (rack) Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on) I can't get no rest (come on) I ride around with a Tec (champ) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ) Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em) Woah, wait It's summer time, why they tryna throw shade? All these wins I can never gold state (yeah) UFC I'm tapping to my old ways (alright) I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK Like the girl, that she go both ways Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah) Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (it's lit!) Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby I'm so loaded off the pills, so don't ever try me So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean I need fake niggas to get way back (way back) James Harden with the range on me nigga way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back Whew I can't get no rest (we in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (rack) If I take a sip, take the rest (rack) Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) I can't get no rest (come on) I ride around with a Tec (champ) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ) Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em) (We in the house) Look boy, boy don't believe what's on your TV Look boy, don't you sit close to your TV Look boy, seeing is believing Look boy, look boy (yeah) Would it be unlawful (yeah) To spend a honeymoon in a brothel And share pics from the camera But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal I'm down in the Meadows Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto Need my Rio de Janeiro And I'm swimmin' out that bitch Michael Phelps with the medals So visit me (yeah) I just built a castle deep (yeah yeah) In them trees (yeah) That's how I get them backwoods free (yeah yeah) This right here some savagery (yeah yeah) Bend it back from me (yeah yeah) Way, way back for me (yeah yeah) Way, way back for me Way, way back for me Way, way back for me Way, way back for me
3. Coordinate3:46

   Letra

   Hey Travis Scott, h-h-hey Trav You know what the fuck up, nigga Know what I'm talkin' bout? Nigga, one thing for sure Two things for certain, nigga We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga And wearin' these motherfuckin' rockstar jeans, nigga They want what a nigga can't stand I know what they can't stand I know why they mad, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout But we don't give a fuck We gon' keep this big ass Mac 11 on deck If any fuck nigga get out of line If any fuck nigga want do somethin' nigga we can do it nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'mma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Highway, dip in traffic 2 gears, automatic Leave the strip club tragic 2 broads going at it (It's lit!) Me and Jacques going brazy Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up!) Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah!) Everythin' all gravy (Yeah!) Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit!) Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up!) Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it I'ma take her to the back and RAH, RAH, RAH Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Spend that money fast if I have to (Yeah!) Make that money back if I had you (It's lit!) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya Outchea goin' hard for ya You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya You've been goin' hard for ya You might fear my ideas When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit!) When I run a fire drill, you're right here Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up!) Tryna tell ya Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
4. Through The Late Night4:46
5. Beibs In The Trap3:33

   Letra

   That coca I just poured a 8 in a liter Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter Versace my clothes I'm with a white ho And she snortin' three lines like Adidas Got a black girl rolling off molly Got a white bitch snorting up snow Say she want real niggas in the party Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose (that coca) She said she want more She said she want more So I'mma get more Yeah I'mma get more Bitch close the door, the shit on your nose She said she want more She said she want more So I'mma get more Yeah I'mma get more I just poured a 8 in a liter Got a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber Are you sure you want to party with the demons Bitch, looking for a phone I ain't seen it Told frost bring the water no Fiji Free stix I'm poured up and I'm leanin' I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings Cause their main bitch wanna come see me She said she want more Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go She fucked all my bros, she's snorting the snow (that coca) Now she's touching her toes She got Anna Nicole all in her nose If they kick down the door we gon' get locked for sure She said she want more Fuck it, I'mma get more Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy Help it, please Beast, beast it Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah yeah) I'm lit, like nick, white bitch, she thick Pulled out in the hood Toyota Drove back to the hood lambo Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda Riding around the city with my eyes closed Crazy girls got it poppin', aod got it poppin' Tryna' text my accountant Ain't no service in the mountains (straight up!) Won't you come to the bottom Know you heard a lot about 'em (yeah) Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring Pulled out in the hood Toyota Drove back to the hood lambo Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda Riding around the city with my eyes closed I just poured a 8th in a liter Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter Versace my clothes I'm with a white ho And she snortin' three lines like Adidas Got a black girl rolling off molly Got a white bitch rollin' on snow Say she want real niggas in the party Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca) She said she want more She said she want more So I'mma get more Yeah I'mma get more Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose She said she want more She said she want more So I'mma get more Yeah, I'mma get more
6. SDP Interlude3:11
7. Sweet Sweet3:42

   Letra

   'Cause you're sweet (ooh, ooh) Sak pasé? (it's lit) Wah yah seh? (wah yah seh) Runnin' up, yah, all this cake (yah, yah) Bag it up, yah, then come right away (yah, yah) 'Cause you're sweet, yah (yah) What's your status? (yah) Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (yah, on Addys) Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (skrrr, skrrr) I can't do no lacking (skrrr, skrrr) 'Cause you're sweet, sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco (yah) Hangin' out with you is a no go (yah, straight up) 'Cause you're sweet, sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet) Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet) 'Cause you're sweet (sweet) Like my time, like my juice (sweet, sweet) We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (sweet, yah) Aye, Shout my town, shout my troops (shout, shout) Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Fruit Loops, yuh (it's lit) Come get a taste, come get a scoop (ooh, ooh, scoop) I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops) I done finally found a way to make the loot (make the loot) Link up all my niggas and my Jews, yuh (high up) Link up, link up, yuh, link up pour my syrup (ooh, ooh, yah) Bad bitch, yeah, they link up, link up Go bezerk, do some shit you think of (yah, yah) Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean We might lean, lean lean (oh) Smoke all my shit (shit) Stop it, start again (yah) 'Cause you're sweet, yah, yah, like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go 'Cau-, 'cause you're sweet, yuh (sweet) Sak pasé? (yah) Wah yah seh? (yah, yah) Runnin' up, yah, all this cake (yah) Bag it up, bag it up, then come right away When I ask who bigger (yah) Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (straight up) Who you with, who your team, what your side? (yah) How you, how you, how you ride (skrrr, skrrr) How you use me to survive (straight up) Yuh, 'cause we up, lit at five (ooh, ooh, oh) At the crib goin' live, oh, so live (oh, yuh) Eric keep the strippers, yuh, order V Live (yah) Order wings, told em' hold the 'Cause you're sweet, it's lit like cocoa (it's lit) But all you wanna do is the coco (yah, yah) Hangin' out with you is a no go (straight up) 'Cause you're sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go 'Cause you're sweet
8. Outside2:56

   Letra

   [Travis Scott] All my niggas outside Ain't goin' in, yeah We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in [Travis Scott] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, automatic Yeah, always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah Do some shit I've never seen Won't you come out with the team, yeah Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah While they home on they homescreens [Travis Scott] And all my niggas outside Ain't goin' in, yeah We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in [Travis Scott] We been hangin' outside, not goin' in Outside not goin' in Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz Checkin' out, never checkin' in We been outside, not goin' in Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me Cause just last week I rest in peace'd a homie Why you do it? Why you switch up? Was it for the image or for the pictures? You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor Off the lean, it's always better off the lean [Travis Scott] All my niggas outside Ain't goin' in, yeah We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in All my niggas outside [21 Savage] 21, 21, 21, 21, all my niggas outside Pillow talkin' sneak dissin' get a nigga jaw wired Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties I'm a wise guy All my niggas in the field I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' shit for real Ten bad bitches, suckin' dick and eatin' pills And I keep that Tommy, nigga, and I ain't talkin' Hil And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill I'm a real nigga, fuck niggas can’t feel Plus I get inside that bowl and skrt, skrt, skrt Hit it from the back pull up her skirt I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs [Travis Scott] All my niggas outside Ain't goin' in, yeah We been hangin' outside Ain't goin' in All my niggas outside
9. Goosebumps4:03
10. First Take5:13

    Letra

    [Travis Scott] Don't like what I saw This life without yours Despite I was lost Despite you got flaws Just let our love play, its course Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours All the signs I ignored I play love like a sport [Travis Scott] Yeah, first date You ain't on time, you were late When you around me, you're safe (lit) You can't go off of a heresay I know that look on your face You think you winnin' a race You think all I do is play I didn't put you in your place Then why you still here in my place? Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also You think too much, we all know You think too much, we all know Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up) I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya 'Cause I know [Travis Scott] Don't like what I saw (don't like what I saw) This life without yours (this life without yours, oh) Despite I was lost (despite I was lost, oh) Despite you got flaws Just let our love play its course Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours All the signs I ignored I play love like a sport [Travis Scott] This love won't grow 'less we find growth Wipe down your nose, girl Won't you come over? Let's both find hoes Let's fuck them both But you think too hard, we all know You think too hard, we all know So say nothin', nothin' 'Cause you think too hard, we all know Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow You and me, baby, mano y mano (it's lit) 'Cause I know, I know [Travis Scott & Bryson Tiller] Don't like what I saw This life without yours Despite I was lost Despite you got flaws Just let our love play its course Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (all is yours) All the signs I ignored I play love like a sport (like a sport, no, yeah) [Bryson Tiller] Okay, lil' mama I still ain't heard from lil' mama We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college But I called you and brought you out to Santa Monica Believed in you, I was your sponsor I got love for you, but I'm not in love Gave me affection Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction Went through fuckin' you with no protection All my blessings Girl, you one of all my blessings You think I don't care about you? Girl, you better call my best friend I got time to waste Girl, I got time to waste Girl, I cancelled everything Just to get back on the same page To finish the story But you would rather ignore me Your mama called to check on me But you won't even pick up the phone, shit God damn, you feelin' yourself Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left You can hit me if you need help With your love problems, with your money problems I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em I just might solve 'em [Bryson Tiller] Just call me or you could just pick up the phone, baby I know, I know you're home, baby Baby, I know, I know
11. Pick Up The Phone4:12
12. Lose3:20

    Letra

    My lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through I got shit to lose Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake I got shit to do Had to move, with the crew, away from you Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them My lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through I got shit to lose Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake I got shit to do Had to move, with the crew, away from you Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them You know what, we grew on We go back like futons and coupons We too bad, we too wild, we too young Shake some, my niggas gon’ shake some Fall through and break somethin’ Broad day, and take something Backwards, I've been livin' backwards On my mattress, orgies on my mattress Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it My lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through I got shit to lose Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake I got shit to do Had to move, with the crew, away from you Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them
13. Guidance3:27

    Letra

    And I found out that you're bad for me I found out that you had someone Every time I get this drunk I hope I wake up in another place (roll up, roll up) I roll up behind it (yeah!), I wanna try it (yeah!) Grip on your waist, bust up the place Tantalizin' (straight up) You're from the Islands, you stay wildin' I guide, I guide you like a pilot Haven't been around this year (yeah, yeah, yeah) I like to see you change your gears (Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's lit!) To a motion that's more faster, babe I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe Come through, follow me Rumble, follow me (yeah!) Rollin', follow me Opt to, follow me (straight up) Do you like that? Follow me Nicest, follow me Backwoods, follow me Practice, follow me, yeah Hop up, it's time for the switch (yeah!) Lightskinned girls like the hair, man It come with a twist Badmon, badmon, yeah You know it come with a risk Ain't a bouncer but the way you bouncin' I might just frisk ya (yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) I roll up behind it (yeah!) I wanna try it (yeah!) Grip on your waist, bust up the place Tantalizin' (straight up) You need some guidance, you stay wildin' I'ma guide you like a pilot Haven't been around this year (yeah, yeah, yeah) I like to see you change your gears (Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's lit!) To a motion that's more faster (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop) babe I'm grippin' like I'm tryna (grrrrrah!) Catch up, babe And I found out that you're bad for me I found out that you had someone Every time I get this drunk I hope I wake up in another place (roll up, roll up) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh You silent, you quiet What happened to the loud talkin'? All that noise, you done? Are you finished? Or are you done? How you been wit your workout business? Got my 'scription Got my attention You know my intentions You know nobody know our business (oh) God's our witness (yeah!) Lit like my wrist is Only like it when you're at your littest (it's lit!) I roll up behind it (yeah!) I wanna try it (yeah!) Grip on your waist, bust up the place Tantalizin' (straight up) You need some guidance (uh) You stay wildin' (uh) I'ma guide you (uh) Like a pilot Haven't been around this year (yeah, yeah, yeah) I like to see you change your gears (Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's lit!) To a motion that's more faster, babe I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, grrrrrah! (I roll up, I roll up)
14. Wonderful3:36