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