Bryson Tiller, Travis Scott - Blunt Talk lyrics

Oh, shit where the fuck you come from?
Tryna find out if your soul true hold on
Ayy

Pulled over my whip
Never seen nothin' quite like this
That's how I'm comin', just like this
Straight to you blunt, just like this (O oh)
Blunt 'til you like this
Love when I talk to you like this
Says a whole lot to you, I wish (O oh)
I wish I met you before him
You wish you met before she did (She did)
We wouldn't have to keep secrets (Ooh, yeah)
We can leave the four season
Blow thirty K for no reason
Smoke Mary Jane and I'm chiefin'
(I'm chiefin')
Drop, drop top, South Beach with it
Know thе sex was meaningless
'Til you fuckеd around let me hit it
('Til I hit, ooh)

Ayy, let me hit ya, let me hit it, yeah
Show you something different, yeah
Talkin' crazy, girl, know I'm talkin' crazy
Treat you like my lady, would you be my lady?

Got a plane ticket one way
Come stay, hon', you wanna play, huh?
Okay, hon, oh, you a freak, huh?
Fuck with me, hon'
(yeah) , I got what you need, huh

Yeah, out to big blunts (yeah)
Spring her off the hit's
(It's lit) , everything legit (yeah)
Movin' like a blitz, crib like the Ritz
(Like the Ritz) so you know there's room
So, baby, please

Ayy, let me hit ya, let me hit it, yeah
Show you something different, yeah
(So you know there's room)
Talkin' crazy, girl, know I'm talkin' crazy
Treat you like my lady, would you be my lady?

Don't like to talk the bizz'
(No) , just like to play the witch
I know the problem is
(yeah) , they bothered by the kid (Kid)
Bust 100K for the fans, yeah
Hood scholarship (Cash, cash)
Took a lot of pain, now I got the bank
Got a lot to give
(Big bag) , yeah (Woo, yeah)
I take the Phantom
(Skrrt, skrrt) , come through
Like Santa (Woo, yeah, choppa bag)
Let her take a pic, flood the cavana
(Bring the hundreds back)
All my dawgs and lifers ain't got standards
(Woo) had to take this life