pick up the phone
Travis Scott Feat. Young Thug Lyrics
Yeah, oh, yeah
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yeah
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up (yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck her)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin' off and I'm gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and up a four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your hoe up (callin' your hoe up)
(Like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you (yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (ooh, yeah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin' (brr)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my mothafuckin' granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better livin' (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (ha)
I'm fuckin' this cash, I'm not celibate (ha)
I'm packin' it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (ow)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody won't be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part (swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya' boy (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin' (Quavo)
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin' baby, Home Alone (home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don't take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice (Celine)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
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 lovin' all races (all races)
Hell nah, don't discriminize (no)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby
Best believe it's only one time (brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin' (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yeah
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up (yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck her)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and up a four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your hoe up (callin' your hoe up)
(Like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you (yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (ooh, yeah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin' (brr)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my mothafuckin' granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better livin' (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (ha)
I'm fuckin' this cash, I'm not celibate (ha)
I'm packin' it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (ow)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody won't be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part (swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya' boy (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin' (Quavo)
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin' baby, Home Alone (home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don't take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice (Celine)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
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 lovin' all races (all races)
Hell nah, don't discriminize (no)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby
Best believe it's only one time (brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin' (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jacques Webster, Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Allen Raphael Ritter, Adam King Feeney, Brittany Talia Hazzard, Anderson Hernandez, Michael George Dean
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@Moon_in_Flames
@ice_wallow _come Bad-bad news, I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It's bad news, bad-bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
How would you feel if I had you?
Trust me, you'd be mad too
But shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I'm a bad move
Plus I'm already a black dude
Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It's been a week and a half since
We ain't been speaking and that meant
You feeling free in my absence
I've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I'd be bad for you
Don't worry I'll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)
Stressing over award shows
She's stressin' over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that's for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and foor doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit'll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give out bad news
I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It's bad news, bad-bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
@Toosii2times
Fun fact:
During the studio session recording of this song, Travis wasn’t sure what to name his upcoming album. Then when Quavo ad-libbed ”Birds in the Trap Sing Brian McKnight”
Travis ran into the booth and yelled THAT’S IT!! 😮😮
And his album title was birthed..
Lmao
Rest is history
@dunkedoreo
Youtube: No nudity or sexual content
Travis Scott: i’m gonna pretend i didn’t hear that
@playboi_akol8304
YouTube: we’re gonna pretend we didn’t see that
@mabz.customz
Travis Scott: It’s Lit 🔥
@sasorifrost
Same for all the people who upload 'Naked Yoga' videos lool
@masramakamba8597
Young Thug: She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya boy
YouTube: ¯_ (ツ)_/¯
@masramakamba8597
shout out Starrah
@whoisdonnieboi
2:37 the blonde girl hit her head on thuggers shoulder lmao
@farmerernie1175
Donnie Boi omfg😂
@EmberHectic
Lmao
@reedrichards5771
Real lmao