Strick - CR@SH (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics
Strick [Tauren O'lander Strickland] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Strick - CR@SH feat. Travis Scott lyrics]
Call the Gs, call up all
The squeeze, tell them, "Get on road"
Gettin' inside, f**k, they
Lockin' doors, f**k, they lockin' the doors
Hit yo' town
(Town) , they unlockin' the door
She run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go five 'til five
(Skrrt) , wait 'til one of us doze
What's your life? Do you puff or pop? Keep up
(Pop it) , can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit
It, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (Ha) , I be dashin' to
Shawty who do lashes (Skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest, like direct
She came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know
All access (It's lit)
Ain't no–, woah (Woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie
That's three milli', ain't no taxes
(Ah)
Double Willie puttin' luggage in the hatchet
I start tweakin' off the– (Woo, woo)
I start tweakin' off the batch
She get ratchet (Woo, woo)
If I let her mix my cup
Never let her leave my side (Oh)
Got a tattoo on my gut
Got a pistol on my thigh (Ooh, ooh)
Never ever take too much
Never ever get too high (Too high)
If she ever said we f**k
You know that bitch is bi (What? Yeah)
Who let me crash it?
(Let's go) Woke up in the attic
I must went batshit
Lost a pair of Cactus, Rick Owens, trashed it
Group text, sent that message (Ayy, Trav)
Like, "Damn, what happened?
Last night got so crazy, it's still hazy
Feel like days ago (Mmm)
Roll up some mega, bite that mega
Bite that antidote (Mmm)
I need two cups stuffed, Thugger flow
(Yeah, yeah)
Young Stoner, still pushin' it way in Tokyo
(F**k, ah) she tryna cater to my needs
Brought her friend to please
I pay 'em both to leave
Keep that bender between the sheets
(Yeah, woo, woo) ain't no feelings
I'm a dealer that serve dope D (Ahh)
It look like money, talk like money
Didn't know me (Yeah)
I'm a shark, I hold my weight
Copped a quarter in a day (Shh, shh, shh)
Louis loafer look like cars
I spent a Maybach on a chain (Ha, skrrt)
Twenty thousand pounds, a megabyte
Keep me paid (Ooh)
She use Cacti to chase the 818 (Wah)
She wearin' SKIM 'cause it fit
Perfect on her shape (Crash, crash)
We in Skyami, she wanna go to Papi State
(Crash, crash) we went to Booby Trap
She swear it was a date (Crash, crash)
We stopped at Toosie's
This bitch thought it was a date
(Crash, crash)
The squeeze, tell them, "Get on road"
Gettin' inside, f**k, they
Lockin' doors, f**k, they lockin' the doors
Hit yo' town
(Town) , they unlockin' the door
She run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go five 'til five
(Skrrt) , wait 'til one of us doze
What's your life? Do you puff or pop? Keep up
(Pop it) , can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit
It, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (Ha) , I be dashin' to
Shawty who do lashes (Skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest, like direct
She came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know
All access (It's lit)
Ain't no–, woah (Woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie
That's three milli', ain't no taxes
(Ah)
Double Willie puttin' luggage in the hatchet
I start tweakin' off the– (Woo, woo)
I start tweakin' off the batch
She get ratchet (Woo, woo)
If I let her mix my cup
Never let her leave my side (Oh)
Got a tattoo on my gut
Got a pistol on my thigh (Ooh, ooh)
Never ever take too much
Never ever get too high (Too high)
If she ever said we f**k
You know that bitch is bi (What? Yeah)
Who let me crash it?
(Let's go) Woke up in the attic
I must went batshit
Lost a pair of Cactus, Rick Owens, trashed it
Group text, sent that message (Ayy, Trav)
Like, "Damn, what happened?
Last night got so crazy, it's still hazy
Feel like days ago (Mmm)
Roll up some mega, bite that mega
Bite that antidote (Mmm)
I need two cups stuffed, Thugger flow
(Yeah, yeah)
Young Stoner, still pushin' it way in Tokyo
(F**k, ah) she tryna cater to my needs
Brought her friend to please
I pay 'em both to leave
Keep that bender between the sheets
(Yeah, woo, woo) ain't no feelings
I'm a dealer that serve dope D (Ahh)
It look like money, talk like money
Didn't know me (Yeah)
I'm a shark, I hold my weight
Copped a quarter in a day (Shh, shh, shh)
Louis loafer look like cars
I spent a Maybach on a chain (Ha, skrrt)
Twenty thousand pounds, a megabyte
Keep me paid (Ooh)
She use Cacti to chase the 818 (Wah)
She wearin' SKIM 'cause it fit
Perfect on her shape (Crash, crash)
We in Skyami, she wanna go to Papi State
(Crash, crash) we went to Booby Trap
She swear it was a date (Crash, crash)
We stopped at Toosie's
This bitch thought it was a date
(Crash, crash)
