20 of the Best Lyrics From Travis Scott and Quavo’s ‘Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho’ Album

"All these damn chains, modern slavery/But this ain't 1800 so they pay me/Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off/Dippin' my dreams in sauce/Never been food for sharks/Wrist like fins on dolphins" —Quavo

"Who did you thought you was/Get em knocked off for dubs/Sit in the trap with bugs/Walk in the lab with scrubs/Niggas tried to count us out/Fuck you thought this was/Up like a coffee mug/Save your salt for slugs" —Quavo

"Yeah, machine ran, the codes on scan/She pop the bands, she addicted to scams/Runnin' through the cold and sunny, but I ain't gon' tell, nigga/All this water they collecting in the well, nigga/All these bales that we laying on that scale, nigga/All my niggas they free outta jail we on the way up, nigga/Still a true player, fuck on your bitch and I lay up" —Quavo

"Eye to eye/Choose to Dubai/I could see that they jealous, don't know why/Is it 'cause we lit at 4 a.m. at the spot?/Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock/If you searching, coming for us, over the border/We import 'em, just don't record us" —Travis Scott

"I got Patek Philippe/And I bought a skeleton/I'm a deadly weapon/I'm about to go off in a second/Moving bricks and medicine/She like to fly, pelican/Touch the sky, heavenly/Designer belt from the Netherlands" —Quavo

"She gon' make that ass dribble, playin' basket/Don't call it cuffin', nigga, I ain't passin'/Niggas pourin' fours, poppin' seals like caskets/Nawfside hot boy, I bought a dragon/I get it, you grill, VIP, spread the bills/M's the deal, spinnin' the fortune wheel/4 by 4, skrrting all the wheels" —Quavo

"Motorcycle patches on my jacket/Rip all the money out the plastic/Put it on her tongue and now she dancin'/Gave her everything, now whatchu' asking/Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics/Popped up a bean like a talent/Eat up all the green, taste just like salad/40 on my hip like it's new fashion" —Travis Scott

"It's 5 a.m. lookin' like noon/I took her right out of saloon/Put five in the back, I got room/Can't fit no more chicks, ain't got room/Yeah, new crib, I'll put that on the moon/Upstairs and we blowin' up fumes/Don't panic, can't have no more seizures/Fuck it, I'm cashin' my leisure" —Travis Scott

"Huncho, flood my AP/Make these hoes wanna take me/The gun off safety/Shoot a fuck nigga like K.D., yeah/She hit brazy, yeah/Made my left eye lazy, yeah/Goin' up lately, yeah/Dock in the back Old Navy, yeah" —Quavo and Travis Scott

"I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce/Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins/Count up the deads, no coffin/Pullin' out that fire out that arson/A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K/You niggas 'round runnin' down my juice, I ran it back, O.J./Rubber bands make 'em twerk, diamonds make 'em twerk/I done lived every Sunday like you goin' to church" —Quavo and Travis Scott

"Jumped out the coupe with the black insides, you would think I'm racist/Smokin' cookie in Atlanta everywhere, you would think it's recreation/You already know we made it/We ain't even gotta say shit/Some of the traps were licks/Some of the traps were vacant" —Quavo

"Trampoline, Michael Jordan dreams/Half a bale in that vacuum clean/Abu Dhabi on them Jet Skis/Want straight cash, no checks, please/Shoot out that coupe, what you gon' do?/I'm handin' out allowances to all my goons/In Dubai, I'm smokin' cookie in the hotel rooms/Got me paranoid, think it's an Esco move" —Quavo

"Fish bowl, Super Bowl/I played with Montana and Rice before/Huncho not tellin' no lie/Oh, it's so hot in Dubai/I see your soul in your eyes/I let the opium dry/Good drank mixed with antidote/I put her on Molly, Cac' put her on snow" —Quavo and Offset

"She want me to get her a bag, a house, maybe a Beamer/I might say some shit out of my mouth but still won't leave her/I might say some shit out of my mouth, call my paralegal/I did done some shit in my life right in that Regal/Go Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, that shit lethal/Can't live backwards, live life, that shit evil" —Quavo & Travis Scott

"Ain't giving out no freebee's/Swipe with the digital cece/Come get high, my Tipi/Take that bar, no 3G/Live fast, live life easy, yeah/Put a drop in my sweet tea/X-rated, no PG/Your ex-nigga on creepy" —Travis Scott

"Don't want them to try me/They wanna slide in my IV/Ran 12 red lights, 12 behind me/Paparazzi flashes wanna deprive me/Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no/I'ma live and die by my Migos/Why I'm startin' to dance, what in the hell did you hand me?/Took all of my niggas off Xans, put all of my bitches on Plan B" —Travis Scott

"Used to trap dem Knicks, now I got them P's/Stand on my two feet, run from the police/Nigga, this the streets, you know you can bleed/Gotta pay your dues unless pay your fees/Walk in my place, feel outer space/International tastes, I like all races/Click after click, bit and she slick/She gon' get this dick, go back to choppin' a brick" —Quavo

"Speed through the light, yeah, pop one while I drive, yah/Cougar, 45, fucked her 'til she died/My way outlandish/We walk on marble, not granite/You see the stars and the planets/Diamonds shining, give me damage/Yeah, make it clap at will/That's how you feel/Oh, for real/Feel how you feel, yeah" —Travis Scott

"I just left the jeweler, now my diamonds dancin'/She takin' all this cocaine, call her Marilyn Manson/Got the fire on the waves/Walk in the buildin', fire in the place/Every time I buy a brand new piece, I buy a brand new K/Turned myself into a young beast, yeah I remember this day" —Quavo

"Best man had been my brother, took the fire, took the cover, uh/Can't tell us apart, but different fathers, different mothers/We got caught smokin' weed, we tried to hide the shit/But we like Swizz and DMX, we ruff ride the shit/I bumped the Ye and Screw tapes, you bumped the Nas and shit/We was both presidents, fuck the politics/We took two bright Lambs on a speed chase/It's like a thousand on the dash on the freeway" —Travis Scott