Lyrics:

[Intro: Travis Scott & Playboi Carti]Ooh (What the fuck they on, man?)(Beep, beep, beep, beep)What? What? Uh, what?Ooh (Hold up, yeah, hold up)Ooh (Hold up, yeah, what? Check it out, slatt)Ooh (Yeah, what? What? Yeah)What? What? What? What?What? What? What? What?What? What? What? What?[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Playboi Carti]Moved at me, you moved with caution (What? Yeah)Uh, 512, she ball from Austin (Ooh, it''s lit)Uh, watchin'' Family Guy, no way to pause it (Alright)Yeah, heard the voicemail and she damn near lost it (What?)Hear the silence, hear the water from the faucet (Straight up, phew)One, two, three, we lasted longer than an auction (Yeah, yeah)Thought I sold it, but it ain''t no way she bought it (Yeah)Time to fill up the ''Wood with narcotics (It''s lit)Yeah, I''m up in the trees if you need me (In the trees)Yeah, back up and the gang go for a three-peat (Alright)Yeah, back up off the gang, man, we need three feet (Three)While I mix up the magic, Houdini (Yeah)[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]I''m in the 9 (Ooh)I''m in the 9I''m in the 9 (Ooh)I''m in the 9Yeah, reppin'' the 9, yeahYeah, I''m in my primeAyy, yeah, we in the grindBreakin'' it downI just left Houston, ooh, yeahMeet me at Travis'' spot, oohWe at the Batcave, yeahWe at the pitstop, yeahI got these dreadlocks, yeahI''m in the big block, yeahI''m in that rich spot, yeahYou in the fed spot, oohI feel like the only one, hold upThey callin'' me deadstock, ayyThese niggas be holdin'' their tongue, hold upThey don''t be sayin'' a lotI''m in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)I''m in a bloody spot, what? (Slatt)I''m in a dirty spot, huh (Slatt)I''m in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)I''m in the trap, I''m in the back, I''m in the birdy spot, uhGot a little dirty thot, ayyShe come with a dirty spot, ayyThat come with a dirty pot, yeahI need the dirty with pop, yeahI need a bitty with pop, yeahAll of my bitches gon'' pop, yeah (What? Pop, pop, what?)(Ooh, what?)