Travis Scott, Young Thug, M.I.A. — FRANCHISE

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Yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm-mhmm

Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Uh, they gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)
Got ’em bamboozled like I’m Spike Lee (Ah)
You need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

Incredible, ici ici general
I just start the label just to sign me
Me and Chase connected like we Siamese
We’ve been on the run, feel like a crime spree
Talk to me nicely (Yeah!)
I seen his face, I seen it
Yup, on his white tee (Let’s go)

Yeah
Yeah, call the Sprite people (Call ’em, hol’ on)
Private flight to France, tryna sightsee (On a private flight)
Popped ’em in his hands, he was typing
Caterpillar ‘Rari, I fold it lift it up
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Aye)
Ran up twenty million, told the devil, «Keep the luck»
Keep that, keep that hoe, RIP Pop
Keep the smoke, aye (Slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain’t like me (That ain’t like me)
Scott’s with no strings you can’t tie me (With the, hold on)
I’m higher than the plane, I’m where the Skypes be (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Yup, in my slime tee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, heee

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah!)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please (It’s lit)
They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks not my Nikes
Ooooo…

‘Scuse me
Zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi
Don’t be missing in Mississippi
Dip a sippy, make ’em happy, make ’em copy
Make ’em get me chippy chippy

There’s a lot I’m gon’ spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You gon’ shoot out while I spin
Tripping like I’m trigger happy
Salt fish, ackee ackee, golf buggy
Kawasaki, catch a fish
Sushi Maki, living life
London City, left the town
Thug and Travis be that fam

Yeah, yeah, you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out, gon’ be a film
A Kodak (Yeah!)
Shoot me pouring right Above The Rim
Like Pollack
I’ve been ripping and running, not slipping or sliding
Athletic tendencies
I’ve been up chefing it, whipping it to the base rock
I provide the remedy (Let’s go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It’s lit!)
It’s like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah!)
That’s how you know it’s us
At 4 AM, I’m phoning ya
Not for no shoulder rub
Them Jackboys open cleaners up
The way they fold and tuck

Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Yeah, they gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Yeah, unboxing the checks not my–
Checks not my–
I be where the fuck that light be
Bangers in the system, it’s
Bangers in the system, it’s
Ancient Anunnaki

Bangers in the system, it’s that
Bangers in the system, it’s that
M.I.A.