Travis Scott - Mafia (Lyrics)

[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, 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 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


[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]

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


[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]

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