Karaoké 90210 Travis Scott & Kacy Hill

Mmh mmh mmh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Mama's mailin' out that blow

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Cravin' ninety twenty-one

She a porn star girl ah from the valley

Who left her hometown world all for that alley

Oh created Lake Tahoe all from her panties

Mmh used to take the long way home

Long way home

All for that candy

Mmh mmh mmh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Baby's hooked on feelin' low

Dooh dooh dooh dooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Dooh dooh dooh dooh ooh

Jacques turned La Flame

Now he rollin' on an Addy

Fifty on a chain

'Nother fifty on a Caddy

Hoo

He might pop him a pill

Pop him a seal

Pop anyone

Pop anything

Pop anything to find that alley

Mmh mmh mmh

Yeah to find that alley

Hmm mmh mmh

Hoo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Baby's hooked on feelin' low

Dooh dooh dooh dooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Dooh dooh dooh dooh ooh

In the nine-O-two-one-O

Nine-O-two-one-O

Lookin' for that alley

In the nine-O-two-one-O

Nine-O-two-one-O

Lookin' for that alley

Hoo

It's the superstar girl

Superstar girl

Baby's hooked on feelin' low

Dooh dooh dooh dooh roamin' in that alley

Ho

In the nine-O-two-one-O

Nine-O-two-one-O

Somewhere in that alley

Hoo

Dooh dooh dooh dooh ooh

Hoo ooh

Ooh ooh hoo ooh

Yeah

My granny called

She said Travvy you work too hard

I'm worried you forget about me

I'm fallin' in and out of clouds

Don't worry Imma get it Granny

What happened

Now my daddy happy

Mama called me up

That money comin'

And she love me

I done made it now

I done found life's meanin' now

All them days her heart'd break

Her heart not in pieces now

Friends turnin' into fraud niggas

Practicin' half the passion

You niggas packaged different

All you niggas

You niggas want the swag

You can't have it

Imma sell it

Your niggas salary

We 'bout to cap bitch

Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys

Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me

I passed the rock to Ye

He pump faked then passed it back bitch

All of this off of rappin'

Should've wrote this in Latin

Yeah yeah uh

Mmh I know, I know, I know

I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know

Cuzzo said we hit the store

Yeah we 'bout to drop a four

He passed the cigarette, I choke

Wooh

Told my auntie

Put them 'Ports down

Them 'Ports down

Now you know you love your own now

Hit the stage

They got their hands up

Don't put your nose down

I ain't knockin'

Nigga I knocked the door down for sure now

Whole crew

I swear they countin' on me

Gold chains, gold rings

I got an island on me

Houses on me

He got them ounces on him

Holy Father come save these niggas, I'm stylin' on 'em

Good Lord I see my good fortune in all these horses

I'm drivin' too fast to stop so all these signs I ignore them

Just this guy from north of the border

My chips is in order

My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga