20 of the Best Lyrics From Travis Scott’s ‘Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight’ Album

"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 intertube/So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too"

"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 ways/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)"

"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' goin' crazy (Yeah!)"

"Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this space?/Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?/Oh it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space/Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case/N, N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide/The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be"

"Balance, find your balance/God said it's my talent, sprinkle a little season on the salad/Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace/Stroke my cactus, oh, don't wait Don't play)/Play no games like the NBA, throwin' checks like the NBA/You a ring, you a ring, we shootin' shots like the NRA/Ahh, she jammin' Travis and Kid Cudi/The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B"

"I just poured a eighth 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"

"Pulled out in the hood Toyota/Drove back to the hood Lambo/Crushes 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 (yeah)/Know you heard a lot about 'em"

"Like my time, like my jokes (sweet)/We been down since in the basement with the most (sweet, yah)/Shout my town, shout my troops/Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Fruit Loops (yeah, it's lit!)/Come get a taste, come get a scoop/I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops)/I done finally found a way to make the loot/Link up all my niggas and my jewelers"

"When I ask who bigger/Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (straight up!)/Who you with, who your team?/What your side? How you, how you, how you ride (how you ride?)/How you use me to survive (straight up!)Yeah, cause we up, lit at five/At the crib goin' live, oh so live (yeah)/Eric keep the strippers, order V Live/Order wings, told em' hold the side"

"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/Why they home on they homescreens?"

"All my niggas outside, pillow talkin' sneak dissin'
Get a nigga jaw wide/Beat you baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired/Young Savage get a nigga wacked cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy/All my niggas in the field/I'm draped in that Biani, I ain't got a deal/Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' shit for real/10 bad bitches, suckin dick and eatin' pills"

"When I'm pullin' up right beside ya/Popstar, lil' Mariah when I text a cute game/Wildness, throw a stack on the Bible/Never Snapchat or took molly/She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies/We at the top floor, right there off the Henny/Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all/Yea, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong"

"Mama, dear, spare your feelings/I'm reliving moments, peeling more residual/(I can) buy the building, burn the building, take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more/(I can) justify my love for you and touch the sky for God to stop, debating war/Put the pussy on a pedestal/Put the pussy on a high horse/That pussy to die for/That pussy to die for"

"Yeah, first take, you ain't on time, you were late/When you around me, you're safe (lit!)You can't go around, fuck the heresay/I know that look on your face/You think you winnin' a race/You think all I do is play (yeah!)/I didn't put you in your place/Then why you still here in my place?"

"Shit, goddamn 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"

"Pour up a four of that Actavis/Lean like my mothafuckin' granny did/Super Bowl ring with big body Benz/I stack it up now I'm just better livin'/Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it/I'm fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate/I'm packin' it up like a reverend/I need all this cash, I got hella kids"

"Girl you're so cute and your ass is nice/Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice/Wrist polar bear, Klondike/And I'm loving all races, hell nah don't discriminize/Drinkin' on clean, sanitize/Ostritch seats with the frog eyes/If I ever call your phone baby/Best believe it's only one time"

"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 somethin'"

"How you been with your workout visits?/Got my prescription, guide my intentions/You know my intentions/You know that nobody know our business/God's our witness, lit like my wrist is/Only like it when you're at your littest"

"We just landed in your city, go time/Driving to the venue, like we're seeing no signs/She got all the passes, she don't ever do lines/Bustin' like she's single, she ain't wasting no time/You cannot record, that's for the show now/Leave your phone, you get that later on now/Pour that special drink that's for my throat now/And take a sip, oh my"