Meltdown Lyrics – Travis Scott | Drake
Meltdown Lyrics
Yeah! tensions is definitely rising T’d up right now T time t time T time tea time tea time
Tea-Time like i got a cup of this shit Tea time like golf at a quarter to 6 I’d love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint it’s embarrassing shit You talk to the cops on some therapist shit You act like you love this american shit But really the truth is you scared of the 6 Yeah you scared of the 6, yeah you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke Now you wanna go and inherit that shit Don’t talk to the boy ’bout comparisons shit Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit The weapons we got are some terrorist shit Like tv producers we grrrrr we airing this shit She askin’ for bread for her parents and shit I told her i don’t got no cash And she said she gon’ wait on a rack On some arabic shit I pull out a million and stare at the shit My dick just got hard ’cause a wire just hit My schedule is out come spin us for real Man fuck all that spinnin’ the narrative shit I melt down the chains that i bought from your boss Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit Since v not around the members done hung up the louis They not even wearing that shit Don’t come to the boy ’bout repairing some shit Don’t come to the boy about sparing some shit You lucky that vogue was suing ’cause I would’ve been with the wassas in paris and shit
Is you fuckin’ crazy? Is you fuckin’ crazy ahhh And they scared of the 7, 7 After 1, 3 then we turn up 11 Keep this shit open like 7, 11 it’s lit Me at the house i got seven in heaven They think i’m satanic i keep me a reverend Lil’ shawty a therapist poppin’ her shit She inching my way and she started confessing I know what’s at stake i’m screamin’ free jeffrey Connect collect calls right off of the celly Gave her the blues not talkin’ ’bout belly Don’t keep it sincere i go makaveli I got the juice now it’s heavy juice Always on t-time been ready t yeah Is you fucking crazy is you f’ Yeah stoned let’s go
Wrapping the cheese wrap around me ’cause I’ve got property wrap cheese wrap Chocolate ap and chocolate the vs Got the willy wonka factory Burn a athlete like it’s calories Find another flame hot as me bitch!
Yeah is you fucking crazy Is you fucking crazy what Is you fucking crazy na na Is you fucking crazy uh Is you fucking crazy uh Is you fuckin is you fuckin Is you fucking crazy
I met these texas boys and ran it up a couple Maybe couple maybe Swanging in the pickup truckbaby fuck mercedes I’ll fuck a nigga bitch but she can’t have the baby Have the baby have the baby I’ll shoot your ass in walmart Like i’m dababy in walmart Your boy going lionel messi I go tom brady wooo Used to wear the bust down Back in my old days wooo Now i let the chains hang You gotta tuck yours maybe tuck it tuck it Niggas talkin scarface i’m that in real life Is you fucking crazy or what Is you fucking crazy fucking crazy
Man the club ain’t been the same Since we lost mercedes straight up Man the clique ain’t been the same Since they lost the greatest We outside with the army so you need the Them boys rollin’ all brown Like they whippin’ gravy Make a circus outside like it Barnum’s bailey it’s lit Blickey hanging on my side It’s like it’s really banging blickey blickey blickey She move her panties to the side She want it raw when faded huh huh huh huh
Is you fucking crazy uh Is you fucking crazy uh Is you fucking crazy or what Is you fucking crazy yeah Is you fucking crazy or what Is you fucking is you fucking Is you fucking crazy
Song Credits
Song: Meltdown