Beyond that, Travis and Quavo also released a collab album late last year: Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho. The album also had a Takeoff verse on “Eye 2 Eye” – the chorus of this song shares a similar flow to several parts of “Eye 2 Eye.”
Quavo has appeared on both of Travis' studio albums: he was on “Oh My Dis Side” off of Rodeo, and on “Pick Up the Phone” from Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight. Quavo and Takeoff also featured on “Sloppy Toppy” off Travis' Days Before Rodeo mixtape. Scott was also on Migos' last two albums: “Kelly Price” from Culture and “White Sand” from Culture II.
In the documentary “Look Mom I Can Fly” available on Netflix, we see on Travis Scott’s notebook that this track was originally titled “WHO WHAT WHEN WHY”.
Takeoff was featured on Travis and Quavo’s joint 2017 album, Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho, on the track “Eye 2 Eye.” Travis also featured on Migos‘ “Kelly Price” in 2017 and “White Sand,” in 2018.
“WHO? WHAT,” debuted at #43 on the Billboard Hot 100 during the week of August 18th, 2018.
As of May 19th, 2019, the track has not received a higher ranking on the chart.
WHO? WHAT!
Travis Scott Lyrics
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Know what I'm saying
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who, what, when and why (who?)
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (ooh)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
Know she keep a open mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest one of twenty-five, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
I could borrow some more
Had to guzzle the fours
Had to count up the O's (big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (ayy)
Dodge the federal (12)
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the dice (ayy)
Rock on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy
That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty (shawty), in the supersonic (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ridin' iconic
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
Was born in the movie (movie)
Never make excuses (no)
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was God and the Uzi (God and the uzi)
We were trained to use it (hey)
They were trained to use it (train)
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)
Then shoot your producer
This shit for the gang, get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Left out when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks in the Sprinter bus, I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
In the song "Who? What!" by Travis Scott featuring Migos, Travis Scott attaches himself to potential negative rumors and criticism about him and counters it by proclaiming himself as alive and keeping a positive mindset. Travis Scott acknowledges that people may talk about him, but he does not pay attention to it. He continues by saying that he and his friends move like the Fruit of Islam, which is a militant group of Muslim men who help the Black community in their neighborhoods in America. He goes on to talk about how he balances his life between Hollywood Hills and his ghetto connections. He mentions a girl who he's with and boasts about not opening her door as she opens his door. The chorus comes in, repeating a countdown until Travis "slides," which could mean leaving a location or taking an action.
In the second verse, the tone changes, and the mention of countdown from before is replaced by memories of past experience. Travis talks about growing up eating things like pork rinds, no fences but a hundred acres wide, and how they used to twist up and get fried when the tension was running high. He raps about he and his friends purchasing a large house and doing things they can't talk about on the roads. They played Mo Bamba, had to guzzle the fours, and had to count up the Os. The lyrics don't reveal what any of that means precisely. However, it's clear from the lines that Travis and his friends are living life on their own terms.
Line by Line Meaning
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
I heard that people are talking poorly about me
Who, what, when and why (who)
Who is talking about me, what are they saying, when did they say it, and why are they saying it?
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
I'm still here and doing well, even though it took a bit of effort to revive me
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)
We maintain a positive energy when we come together and interact with others
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh)
My friends and I move with precision and purpose, similar to the Fruit of Islam
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Even though I live in a wealthy area, I still maintain connections to my rougher roots
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
I was discussing going to a less expensive restaurant, but she is interested in going to a more upscale one
Know she keep an open mouth and open mind
She is open-minded and willing to try new things
I don't open up her door, she open mine
She is independent and doesn't need me to open doors for her
I need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)
I want to reduce my stress levels and build stronger connections with those around me
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)
We are traveling on a private jet, hanging out with our friends and enjoying life
In the headrest one of 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
The car we're in has a limited edition headrest, one of only 25 made
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
There is more to come, so keep your eyes peeled and stay alert
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
This is the countdown leading up to me leaving this place
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
Eating pork and rinds is a reminder of my upbringing and roots
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
There are no physical barriers separating me from the rest of the world, just a lot of space
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
When things get stressful, we smoke weed and relax
I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
I chose my favorite stripper and paid her rent for her
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
Instead of celebrating the traditional story of Santa Claus, we celebrate the story of the Grinch who stole Christmas
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
I slapped her butt, and she responded by twerking back at me
We took the crib, flipped the backyard like it's the beach
We transformed our house into a beach-like environment in the backyard
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
We did some things that we can't talk about publicly
All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
All I remember is that we played Mo Bamba on loop
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
I don't believe the drugs I've taken are having a positive effect on me
I could borrow some more
I could get more drugs if I wanted to
Had to guzzle the fours
I had to quickly drink four ounces of a drink
Had to count up the Os (big bag)
I had to count up the money in my large bag
Had to summon the hoes (ay)
I needed to call some women to come over
Dodge the federal (12)
I avoided getting caught by the police (often referred to as 'the feds' or '12')
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
I drove through a stop light quickly and recklessly
Rollin' the dice (ay)
I'm taking risks and living on the edge
Rock on my ice (all ice)
I have a lot of expensive, diamond jewelry
Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
I'm wearing and showing off my expensive Gucci clothing
This down and groovy
This music is smooth and fun
To get down, get groovy
Let's dance and have a good time
That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
That woman is picky and particular
Shawty, in the supersonic (yeah)
That woman is incredibly attractive and desirable
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic
I have a new Ferrari and my girlfriend is legendary for her beauty
Was born in the movie (movie)
My life is like a movie, full of excitement and drama
Never make excuses (no)
I don't make excuses for my actions
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was time for me to take action
It was God and the Uzi (God and the uzi)
I had both faith in a higher power and a weapon to protect me
We were trained to use it (hey)
We were taught how to effectively use our weapons
They were trained to use it (train)
Our enemies were also skilled at using weapons
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
We are quick and deadly with our guns
Hit your medulla, yeah
We know how to deliver a fatal blow with our weapons
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)
We are prepared to shoot at anyone who comes into our space uninvited
Then shoot your producer
If you mess with us, we'll even shoot the person producing your music
This shit for the gang, get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
This song is for our group, and we're all having a good time together. This girl is also enjoying herself, but we refer to her as a 'groupie'
Left out when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
She gets left out of things when she's being fussy or picky
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Having a lot of money is calming and pleasant
Pull up with the sticks in the Sprinter bus, I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
We're driving around in a van with guns, and everyone is cozying up close together for protection. This isn't a movie, it's real life
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
When things get stressful, we smoke weed and relax
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
This is the countdown leading up to me leaving this place
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Eating pork and rinds is a reminder of my upbringing and roots
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
There are no physical barriers separating me from the rest of the world, just a lot of space
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jacques Webster, Samuel Gloade, Brock F. Korsan, Kirshnik Khari Ball, Lamont Porter, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Ronald Latour, Cydel Charles Young
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Intro: Travis Scott]
Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying
Know what I'm saying
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & (Quavo)]
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who, what, when and why (who)
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh)
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (ahh)
I don't open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest one of 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (yeah)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Quavo)]
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
[Verse 2: Travis Scott & (Quavo)]
I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch (bad, bad)
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (drip, drip)
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (cash)
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
I could bag up some hoes
Had to count up the fours
Had to count up the Os (big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (hey)
Dodge the federal (12)
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the dice (hey)
Rock on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy (groovy)
That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty (shawty), in the supersonic (yeah)
Brand new LaFerrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (‘til I slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Was born in the movie (movie)
Never make excuses (no)
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
We were trained to use it (hey)
They was train to use it (train)
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah
[Verse 4: Takeoff & (Quavo)]
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)
Then shoot your producer (yeah)
This shit for the gang, get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Love her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (‘til I slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
@demiladeolaleye8766
"I smacked that ass, she threw it back in self defense"
- Travis Scott, 2018
@devisualize8200
Demilade Olaleye WTF I WAS READING COMMENTS AND RIGHT WHEN HE WAS SINGING THIS LINE I READ THE COMMENT 🤯
@theproductof94
Devisualize God’s plan
@stevanzupan100
Devisualize me 2 lol
@one-stopcomedy8191
Hardest line ever
@tyriq40828400
@@devisualize8200 same😂
@LyricalGenes
Who? Travis. What? Fire.
@everydayconent4474
me" hello my house is on fire"
fire department "your playing Travis scott new album aren't you"
@Arthur-gb7os
Brasil 🇧🇷🇧🇷
@mattguket6283
Hydro Steve u r cringe and not funny this joke is so shit and you should never comment again