[Part I]
 
 
 
 
  [Drake:]
 
 
 Astro, yeah
 
 Sun is down, freezin' cold
 
 That's how we already know winter's here
 
 My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
 
 That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
 
 I tried to show 'em, yeah
 
 I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 Goin' on you with the pick and roll
 
 Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
 
 
 
  [Part II]
 
 
 
 
  [Travis Scott (The Notorious B.I.G.):]
 
 
 Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
 
 At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
 
 Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
 
 This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
 
 (Gimme the loot!)
 
 Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
 
 Had to hit my old town to duck the news
 
 Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
 
 Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
 
 I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
 
 Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
 
 And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
 
 
 
  [Big Hawk (Swae Lee):]
 
 
 Some—some—some, someone said
 
 To win the retreat, we all in too deep
 
 Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
 
 To win the retreat, we all in too deep
 
 Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
 
 
 
  [Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]
 
 
 Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suit
 
 Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
 
 All of these hoes I made off records I produced
 
 I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
 
 Hit my esés, I need the bootch
 
 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
 
 Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
 
 In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
 
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 
 Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
 
 She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
 
 We ain't even make it to the room
 
 She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
 
 Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
 
 Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
 
 
 
 
  [Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]
 
 
 
  [Travis Scott (Swae Lee) {Big Hawk}:]
 
 
 (Someone said)
 
 Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
 
 (Someone said)
 
 {Play-Playin' for keeps}
 
 (Someone said, motherfucker - someone said)
 
 {Don't play us for weak}
 
 
 
  [Part III]
 
 
 
 
  [Travis Scott (Drake) {Lil Juice}:]
 
 
 Yeah!
 
 (Astro, yeah, yeah)
 
 {Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up}
 
 (Ayy, ayy)
 
 
 
  [Drake (Travis Scott):]
 
 
 She's in love with who I am
 
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
 
 Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
 
 I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
 
 Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
 
 Like a light, ayy, yeah
 
 
 
  [Drake (Travis Scott):]
 
 
 Like a light, ayy
 
 Slept through the flight, ayy
 
 Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
 
 This shit got double bedroom, man
 
 I still got scores to settle, man
 
 I crept down the block (down the block)
 
 Made a right (yeah, right)
 
 Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
 
 Niggas think it's sweet, (nah, never) it's on sight (yeah, what?)
 
 Nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
 
 Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
 
 That's what I like, (yeah) that's what we like (yeah)
 
 Lost my respect, you not a threat
 
 When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
 
 See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)
 
 Wet like I'm Lizzie
 
 I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
 
 Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
 
 No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
 
 I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
 
 
 She's in love with who I am
 
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 
 Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
 
 I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
 
 Had me out like a light (like a light)
 
 Like a light (like a light)
 
 Like a light (like a light)
 
 Like a light
 
 
 
  [Travis Scott:]
 
 
 Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
 
 Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
 
 He said, "Keep that on lock"
 
 I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
 
 It's absolute, yeah (yeah) I'm back, reboot (it's lit!)
 
 LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
 
 We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
 
 Shorty in the back
 
 She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
 
 Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
 
 'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
 
 Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
 
 Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
 
 Yeah