London Jae, Travis Scott - Vodka lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[London Jae, Travis Scott - Vodka lyrics]
Little vodka and some juice yeah
Yup, yup, yup
Okay, alright it's time, right now
Go live (it's lit)
Little vodka an' some juice
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Anything keep me loose
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
Pop it at your noggin'
Like you keep it comin'
Stop it, stay on topic
Shoppin' in the tropics
Drop the check deposit, youngin
Hide your target
Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' my profit
Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
Hit the bitch I'm gone
Gotta keep it movin' goin way up
Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it
(yeah)
Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit
Through the ceiling
Catch up wit me bitch, I’m on a million
Know I rock the Presidential when I
Show out on a mission
I'ma take it up a notch
I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
Yeah, London gon' make a killin'
Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
I be with my dog, call him Toto
Please, no fucking photos
Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best yeah
Pickin' through these bitches leave
The rest yeah
Okay, alright (yeah) it's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Anything keep me loose (yeah, nah, for real)
Bank, bank account load it up with zero
Poppin' Percocets in the Matrix
Feelin' like Neo 40-loaded chopper
I can shoot you through the peephole
(peephole)
Never goin' outside, beefin' by the PO
Got the baddest bitch around with me
I don't need to see hoe
Twenty-thousand a month
My new crib ain't got a keyhole
Tryna stuff my pockets with
Them chips like Doritos
I just want the cheese like Cheeto
Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate
I wish a nigga might try me
I promise I'm packin' it
I Randy Moss all of my bitches
I’m throwin’ and catchin’ it
Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage
Bitch I'm havin' it
Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
Everybody pointin' like
"Who that?" That was me in it
Back to back to back to back
Sittin' on 21 like a savage
Be in the club, see me and Travis (haha)
Okay, alright (yeah) it's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bit of vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose
(yeah, nah, for real)
Yup, yup, yup
Okay, alright it's time, right now
Go live (it's lit)
Little vodka an' some juice
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Anything keep me loose
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
Pop it at your noggin'
Like you keep it comin'
Stop it, stay on topic
Shoppin' in the tropics
Drop the check deposit, youngin
Hide your target
Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' my profit
Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
Hit the bitch I'm gone
Gotta keep it movin' goin way up
Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it
(yeah)
Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit
Through the ceiling
Catch up wit me bitch, I’m on a million
Know I rock the Presidential when I
Show out on a mission
I'ma take it up a notch
I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
Yeah, London gon' make a killin'
Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
I be with my dog, call him Toto
Please, no fucking photos
Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best yeah
Pickin' through these bitches leave
The rest yeah
Okay, alright (yeah) it's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Anything keep me loose (yeah, nah, for real)
Bank, bank account load it up with zero
Poppin' Percocets in the Matrix
Feelin' like Neo 40-loaded chopper
I can shoot you through the peephole
(peephole)
Never goin' outside, beefin' by the PO
Got the baddest bitch around with me
I don't need to see hoe
Twenty-thousand a month
My new crib ain't got a keyhole
Tryna stuff my pockets with
Them chips like Doritos
I just want the cheese like Cheeto
Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate
I wish a nigga might try me
I promise I'm packin' it
I Randy Moss all of my bitches
I’m throwin’ and catchin’ it
Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage
Bitch I'm havin' it
Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
Everybody pointin' like
"Who that?" That was me in it
Back to back to back to back
Sittin' on 21 like a savage
Be in the club, see me and Travis (haha)
Okay, alright (yeah) it's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bit of vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose
(yeah, nah, for real)