With an uncredited feature from J. Cole, Travis goes on a bragging spree, shouting out his record label, Cactus Jack, and the business moves he has been making over the past three years in the process.
The beat is aptly and meticulously produced consisting of a possessive effect and an eerie dark vibe to it, a theme consistent with Scott's fourth studio album UTOPIA.
MAFIA
Travis Scott Lyrics
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I had to custom the vibes, custom the link up
Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine
Cover your eyes, cuddle up, back of the V, yeah
Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (ooh)
Our misery, really ain't nothin' to see
I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (ooh)
Bring out a bag of the weed
Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve
Rather you leave, then you go back out on me
Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least
You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week
Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet
We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
City up, up, back to back
Fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count
Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with a wave
Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house
You come with two and it's late, know the brown one is my fav'
Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (gon' walk you out)
Step by step, watch yourself
Cleaners got anything you might've left
I couldn't do none of this by myself
With mafia, they in the tuck
I gave you fifty to boost up your butt
I gave you the juice, you rather get buzzed
I tried to choose you, you rather go club
Know what to do, you rattle me up
Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages
Got a couple of vibrations
For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
(Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
(You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
(Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
(We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
Mmh, mmh, whoa-ah
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm
Fuck shit up at the club (ooh)
Yeah, yeah, ooh (tucked)
Drop down
Mmh
Watch ground, watch ground
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
(Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
(You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
(Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
(We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
In Travis Scott's song "MAFIA," he talks about customizing his lifestyle. He explains how he has tailored his "things" and "wings" and the vibes he puts out into the world to fit his personality and goals. Travis explains how he likes to cover the back of the lab and be featured on the front cover of a magazine. He also talks about traveling to "find some heat" and his relief after blowing out his own weed. But, in the midst of all his success, Travis admits to feeling miserable at times. He relates this feeling to the misery of "trappers and fiends" who are caught up in their own problems. He ends the verse with the desire to find some rest and relaxation after working tirelessly.
In the chorus, Travis amps up the energy even more. He talks about partying in the club and causing chaos, all while riding around in a Bentley truck. He explains how he and his crew "float" around in the vehicle, like they own the place. Travis also mentions the support that he has received from his "mafia" as they help him navigate the ups and downs of his career. He ends the song with a repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the fact that he is unstoppable in his pursuit of success.
Line by Line Meaning
Custom the things, custom the wings
I had to personalize my possessions and lifestyle
I had to custom the vibes, custom the link up
I had to create a unique atmosphere and connections
Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine
I take care of my work and public image
Cover your eyes, cuddle up, back of the V, yeah
We need some privacy, let's get cozy in the back of the vehicle
Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (ooh)
Our working relationship is intense and successful
Our misery, really ain't nothin' to see
Despite challenges, we keep our struggles private
I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (ooh)
I have to drive my vehicle and I prefer going to hot places
Bring out a bag of the weed
Let's smoke some marijuana
Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve
I'm proud of my achievements and I can afford to supply my own weed
Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve
I feel better after smoking and you will too
Rather you leave, then you go back out on me
I'd rather you leave than betray me later on
Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least
If you have a problem with me, confront me directly
You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week
I worked hard and my car is impressive
Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet
We move quickly and efficiently, like we're racing on a track
We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah
Our connection is strong and we need to rest
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
Let's have fun and be prepared for anything at the club
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
We're cruising in our luxury car, switching positions
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
Traffic is slow and congested in the city
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
Let's stay ready and stay together, trust each other
Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count
We enjoy thick, bouncy women and we're all rich
Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with a wave
We spend a lot of money on wine and you're approaching with a friendly gesture
Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house
I have a lot of money in my pocket and we know how to party
Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (gon' walk you out)
My associate Mike Brown will escort you out
Step by step, watch yourself
Be careful and watch your surroundings
Cleaners got anything you might've left
The cleaners have all lost items
I couldn't do none of this by myself
I needed help to achieve my success
With mafia, they in the tuck
With my associates, they're hiding nearby
I gave you fifty to boost up your butt
I gave you money to enhance your appearance
I gave you the juice, you rather get buzzed
I gave you power and connections, but you prefer just getting drunk
I tried to choose you, you rather go club
I tried to select you for my team, but you prefer partying
Know what to do, you rattle me up
You know how to handle things, but you stress me out
Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages
We share similar backgrounds and we're close to achieving success
Got a couple of vibrations
I have a few different feelings and ideas
For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration
To keep up appearances, we need to drink more water
Drop down
Lower yourself
Watch ground, watch ground
Pay attention to your surroundings
Mmh, mmh, whoa-ah
Vocal exclamation expressing excitement
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm
Repeat of previous vocalization with added sounds
We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today
We remember and honor those who are no longer with us
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jacques Webster, Nik Franscona, Ozan Yildirim
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@iaiah7434
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Custom the things, custom the wings
I had to custom the vibe, custom the link up
Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine
Cover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V (Yeah)
Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh)
Our misery really ain't nothin' to see
I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh)
Bring out a bag of the weed
Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve
Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve
Rather you leave, then you go back out on me
Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least
You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week
Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet
We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count
Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave
Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house
You come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav'
Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out)
Step by step, watch yourself
Cleaners got anything you might've left
I couldn't do none of this by myself
With mafia, they in the tuck
I gave you fifty to boost up your butt
I gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed
I tried to choose you, you'd rather go club
Know what to do, you rattled me up
Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages
Got a couple of vibrations
For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration
[Chorus: J. Cole & Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm
Woah, mm-mm, mm-mm
Fuck shit up at the club (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Drop down
Run around, run around
[Chorus: J. Cole & Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
@isaiahm3918
Custom the things, custom the wings
I had to custom the vibe, custom the lean
Cover the back of the lobby, front cover magazine
Cover your eyes, cuddle up back of the V (Yeah)
Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh)
Our misery, really ain't nothin' to see
I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh)
Bring out a bag of the weed
Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve
Blew it out, then I relief, take it down, now you relieve
Rather you leave, then you go back out on me
Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot them at least
You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week
Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet
We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs
[Chorus]
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
We be fuckin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
Drop down, run 'round, city stuck, stuck, stuck
City up, up, back to back, fold her, fold her, fold her, trust
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count
Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you wanna wave with a wave?
Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house
You come with two and it's late, know the brown one is my fav'
Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out)
Step by step, watch yourself
Cleaners got anything you might've left
I couldn't do none of this by myself
With MAFIA, they in the tuck
I gave you fifty to boost up your butt
I gave you the juice, she rather get buzzed
I tried to choose you, you rather go club
Know what to do, you rattled me up
Common denominator, we was still tryin' to dominatrix
Got a couple of vibrations
For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration
[Refrain: J. Cole]
Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down
You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today
Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around
We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Mmm, mm, oh
Mmm, mm, mm-mm
[Chorus]
Fuck shit up at the club
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Drop down, run 'round
[Refrain: J. Cole]
Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down
You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today
Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around
We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today
@nniitchh
Mafia > Escape Plan
@eduardodeleo2391
Absolutely, MAFIA best song of ts since astroworld ve released
@abelarcos5235
https://youtu.be/ZpvmZdC4R5A
@soSkinni
@@eduardodeleo2391 I’d say it’s better than anything on astroworld, it’s literally crack
@princevamp1090
Honestly
@Loderxx
Faxts
@miketatum9321
Why is this song so hypnotizing. It instantly gets stuck in my head
@keongbaik
yeah
@stopit2036
Weil das ist nachgemachte Satan Ruf ,wenn du dein Herz und Verstand öffnen dann diese Song mach Kopf Schmerzen und Unruhe ..
@stopit2036
Das ist verzucht tödliche frekanz zu schaffen...