TraviS Scott, Future, 2 Chainz — 3500
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[Intro: Future]
Bandana wrapped round your head,
The bandana wrapped round your head,
Fuck n**gas, they scared.
Ain’t nobody triller than me,
Ain’t nobody triller than Scott,
Ain’t nobody trill, man, I’m takin they spot, god!
These n**gas is scared.
[Chorus: TraviS Scott]
Sundays in the city movin slow,
3500 for the coat,
Only real n**gas keep you float,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know.
[Verse 1: TraviS Scott]
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it,
Painkillers, ain’t got backpain, know, you gotta love it.
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of ’em,
Up & Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it.
Still down with the same dawgs, man, they never loved us,
Gave my n**gas all gold chains to remind me of it.
We’re still holdin that old thing, tryna rob me of it,
One time for the trill bitches that’ll let me touch it.
I’m papi, though, they get it poppin with me when I’m out in public, straight up,
Flyin through, I got a young Yoncé with a Iggy on her.
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it,
All these cups and, damn, all these hoes, these n**gas up to somethin’.
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly,
It’s trill n**gas where it’s n**gas, a whole army of ’em.
I run the check up, I’m a hot n**ga, don’t tell my countant on me,
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies, good lord!
[Chorus: TraviS Scott — ×2]
Sundays in the city movin slow,
3500 for the coat,
Only real n**gas keep you float,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know.
[Verse 2: Future]
Dro with me, drank with me, lean like I’m Clark,
Coppin a Wraith, then I throw it in park,
You n**gas from Mars, you ain’t got no heart,
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R.
Only trill n**gas I know.
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R,
I’m countin I’m drippin I’m fiendin,
I’m not from this planet, I was abandoned.
Trill n**gas, real n**gas, poppin them pill n**gas,
I stack up a mil n**ga like it’s a lil n**ga,
This for the one who’s gon load up the K for me,
This for the ones that ran off and didn’t wait on me,
This for the n**gas that ran off and didn’t wait on me,
This for you, bitch, you ran off and did weight for me,
Only trill n**gas I know.
Hood n**ga, fuck all that red carpet shit,
Hood n**ga, I fuck a red carpet bitch,
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist,
You can smell promethazine when I piss,
I pray to God, He bring me Actavis.
Ain’t nobody triller than Metro, ain’t nobody triller than Scooter,
Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it,
The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it.
These Styrofoams with me legitimate,
I’m proudly downin these Percocets,
We just want to be stoners, lately I’ve been on, on, on.
This money a option, this weed is a option, this lean is a option,
Your bitch is a option, her bitch is a option,
I send them through auctions,
You payin that price for that punani,
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy.
[Chorus: TraviS Scott — ×2]
Sundays in the city movin slow,
3500 for the coat,
Only real n**gas keep you float,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know.
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools,
Backstroke to my children room,
Maybach in the living room,
I spent racks on these tennis shoes.
N**gas know what I’m finna do,
Time for me to put the mink up,
Forgiattos on a Brinks truck,
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck.
I do shit that you dreamed of,
I was born with a mean mug,
I was born with some nappy hair,
Drinkin’ breast milk out a lean cup.
Tity Boi’s my alias,
Real n**gas my radius,
Trill n**gas on the song with me,
If she bad as hell I’ll pay the babysitter.
In a black Mercedes with her,
Doin’ about 180 with her,
I was born a hustler,
Paraphernalia in my baby pictures,
Resident all eloquent,
Leather shit in my front yard
TV by my swimming pool,
Got it built like a sports bar.
Chevelle with a new motor,
Got the bitch like a sports car,
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi,
I don’t fuck with hoes that wear sports bras.
Crib bigger than your imagination,
Call the trap house the gas station,
Call momma’s house the Jag station,
Emoji, sad faces.
Look at these n**gas,
I need to buy pocketbooks for these n**gas.
[Chorus: TraviS Scott — ×2]
Sundays in the city movin slow,
3500 for the coat,
Only real n**gas keep you float,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know.
[Bridge: Future]
Ain’t nobody triller than me,
Ain’t nobody triller than Scott,
Ain’t nobody trill, man, I’m takin their spot, yah!
We ride on a yacht,
Ain’t nobody triller than Metro, ain’t nobody triller than Scooter, yeah,
Ain’t nobody triller, I knew it, ain’t nobody triller, we knew it.
Pour up in H-Town them n**gas don’t play round like Jas and Junior.
Only real n**gas keep it float.
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors!
Only trill n**gas I know.
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors!
Only trill n**gas I know.
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors!
[Chorus: TraviS Scott]
Sundays in the city movin slow,
3500 for the coat,
Only real n**gas keep you float,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know,
Only trill n**gas I know.
