Travis Scott Shyne Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott, Bun B & Vybz Kartel]
First time I went to Memphis
They had, I think it was a two story club
Th— only the downstairs was open and we lookin' down and—
It was a moshpit, yeah
Vybz Kartel, ah talk an'
Remember, we ah rep fi Cactus Jack
'Member some bwoy, whack
Ah we run di bomboclaat block
Shyne, Shyne
Shyne, what? What?
Mm, what?
Ayy, ayy
Shyne, what?
Shyne, what?
Shyne, ayy
Shyne, what?
Ah, ayy
Woah
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (Makin' rock)
At the shared block (Block), not the Fairmont ('Mont)
Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean
And they twins, and they thicker than the Clermonts
On a John Deere tractor, playin' head hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tom Cruise, f*ck your couch, I do my own stunts
Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (It's lit)
This is that type of party, yay (Party)
Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers
I still think a bustdown flyer, though, I bought it plain (Flyer)
On this side, it's never dry, though, it barely rains (Dry)
I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (It's lit)
Burn, baby, burn, DJ table turns (Burn)
You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (Yeah)
Ass fat, ain't got no panties on, I ain't got no words (Nah)
Gold wing Mercedes Benz, way I switch and swerve (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & GloRilla]
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling Woah, swing
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling (GloRilla)
Wobbling, wiggling (On gang, gang)
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing (On, on gang)
[Verse 2: GloRilla & Travis Scott]
Gotta book those seats for a nice ass fee, need me some D, so I had to go to Canada first
He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast had to f*ck around put out an Amber alert
It's 5 a.m., bitch, I'm up in the gym, but a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (The f*ck?)
Word on the street, I'm the bitch with the heat, you wouldn't even believe what I charge for a verse
(Woah-oh) Workin' hard, I'm grindin' (Hey)
Diamonds hittin', I'm shinin' (Who)
Gangsta bitch, for real, these hoes on these beats just rhyming (Weak a—)
All my— all my opps be dyin' (Yup)
All my— all my friends be lyin' (For sure)
Havin' flashbacks when I was just ridin' that dick, damn near had forgot I was driving (Damn)
Don't ask me 'bout no ho I used to f*ck with, I ain't got nothin' to say
My only regret is being too young to f*ck Matthew McConaughey (On gang, hrrt)
Yeah, bitch, Matthew McConaughey

[Chorus: Travis Scott, Travis Scott & GloRilla]
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Huh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing
Oh