Bubbly (with Drake & Travis Scott)

Wheezy outta here

My career 'bout to blast like bubbly

I'm not waiting for her to say she love me

I can tell she **** with me, man trust me

I got a ten year old mink still like fuzzy

Three-twenty-five on the dashboard

Ride in the Porsche rockin' Tom Ford

I ball at Barneys in Christian Dior

I took the jet to the New York store

She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor

I take it off track now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)

You stay in your feelings, you never my boy

I can't come to the hood, I pull a decor

Another body drop and they spellin' my name

I'm goin' to LA on a private plane

Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)

Untouchable, know I'm too rich and too paid

Skeleton Cartier, blood diamond space

Pull up two deep like a ****in' parade

Old-jealous-ass niggas tryna **** up my pay (Ha)

Blast off, Rolls-Royce cullinan rain (Broke niggas)

I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my mother****in' chains (Chains)

This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it

I come throught this mother****ing plain jane

I cut off my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah)

And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face

I took her to China and changed up her climate

And now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)

Five nights straight, still poppin' and ragin'

The SVR still live at the rage

I want her, she wanted the same

Man, the both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)

Keep me a vibe but can't keep me contained

Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)

Tatt' a logo on the back of my brain

Don't ask me what the **** am I thinkin'

Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank

Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)

829, got her lookin' like space

Houston it's a problem when we bust in her face and shit

I came with the snakes no squeeze (Straight up)

I broke out the game with a 456/four-five-six

She lovin' the fest', I see it

She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)

See I see on her face and I'm lovin' that body

And lacin', I love you lil' Spider and Drake

I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me

If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)

YSL'll put a nigga six feet

I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"

Me and lil' Thugger on fleek

Know the lil' hoe wanna meet, ayy

What, what, what, what?

**** her on beat

OVO life not cheap

I'm a young boy too T'd

Why I just seen my account, never seen that ammount, oh God, I'm geeked

Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak

Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6ix, man, it's bigger than me

Texas rent so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'

I don't care how wet I get, she won't catch me

Three-twenty-five on the dashboard

Ride in the Porsche rockin' Tom Ford

Rockin' her bed and the headboard

What, what, what, what?

Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior

I took the jet to the New York store

Park at the regular airport

You stay in your feelings, you never my boy