Travis Scott, NAV — Biebs in the Trap

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[Intro: Nav]
That coca!

[Chorus: Nav]
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 rollin’ off Molly,
Got a white bitch snortin’ up snow,
Say she want real n**gas 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’ma get more,
Yeah, I’ma get more.
Bitch, close the door, there’s shit on your nose,
She said she want more,
She said she want more,
So I’ma get more,
Yeah, I’ma get more.

[Verse 1: Nav]
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 lookin’ 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 n**gas 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 touchin’ 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’ma get more!

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
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, lightning, white bitch, she thick.
Pulled out of the hood Toyota,
Drove back to the hood Lambo,
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda,
Ridin 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 of the hood Toyota,
Drove back to the hood Lambo,
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda,
Ridin around the city with my eyes closed.

[Chorus: Nav]
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 rollin’ off Molly,
Got a white bitch snortin’ up snow,
Say she want real n**gas 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’ma get more,
Yeah, I’ma get more.
Bitch, close the door, there’s shit on your nose,
She said she want more,
She said she want more,
So I’ma get more,
Yeah, I’ma get more.