Travis Scott - Backyard lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott - Backyard lyrics]
Aight, play the shit yuh, yuh, yuh
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
Grab what you need
Blow that dope, don't get too high
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come
Take this ride let me tell the tale of
How Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale
When you said I could make it this high
Who knew? Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side
It's just blue
You can really identify when you
Lookin' in your eyes
You ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty entired that juice
Had my back against that wall
Every summer felt so cold
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til Fall
That's why my pimp game so moist
Had that du rag and all
Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
On the south side of that H-O-U
Hol' up, let's take it back to that room
No car but still had drive
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
They forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no
Leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah
For real
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that
Real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout
It's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin'
Smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard
We gettin' high
Back backyard, we chillin', back
Backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back backyard, we gettin' high, backyard
We chillin' backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back backyard
We chillin' back backyard, we smokin'
Drinkin', back backyard, we gettin' high
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Now, my show's packed out like churches
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Never sit around, just workin'
It was worth it
That's for certain, I deserve it
Lord knows we don't get tired
Been through more dirt than a derby
Mama worked for AT&T
And we still ain't get that service
She stayed in out the hospital
You know that made me nervous
Still step out the house to smell so fresh
Fresh like detergent
If a bitch don't want me
Don't need them still got my Jergens
And bitch, you can keep them herpes
Go alert me no house light on, cop light on
Fuck this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin'
Hittin' curbs and my nigga
My nigga came home so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real, yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that
Real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout
It's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin'
Smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard
We gettin' high
Back backyard, we chillin', back
Backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back backyard, we gettin' high, backyard
We chillin' backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back backyard
We chillin' back backyard, we smokin'
Drinkin', back backyard, we gettin' high
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
Grab what you need
Blow that dope, don't get too high
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come
Take this ride let me tell the tale of
How Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale
When you said I could make it this high
Who knew? Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side
It's just blue
You can really identify when you
Lookin' in your eyes
You ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty entired that juice
Had my back against that wall
Every summer felt so cold
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til Fall
That's why my pimp game so moist
Had that du rag and all
Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
On the south side of that H-O-U
Hol' up, let's take it back to that room
No car but still had drive
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
They forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no
Leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah
For real
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that
Real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout
It's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin'
Smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard
We gettin' high
Back backyard, we chillin', back
Backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back backyard, we gettin' high, backyard
We chillin' backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back backyard
We chillin' back backyard, we smokin'
Drinkin', back backyard, we gettin' high
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Now, my show's packed out like churches
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Never sit around, just workin'
It was worth it
That's for certain, I deserve it
Lord knows we don't get tired
Been through more dirt than a derby
Mama worked for AT&T
And we still ain't get that service
She stayed in out the hospital
You know that made me nervous
Still step out the house to smell so fresh
Fresh like detergent
If a bitch don't want me
Don't need them still got my Jergens
And bitch, you can keep them herpes
Go alert me no house light on, cop light on
Fuck this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin'
Hittin' curbs and my nigga
My nigga came home so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real, yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that
Real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if
They ain't talkin' 'bout
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout
It's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin'
Smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard
We gettin' high
Back backyard, we chillin', back
Backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back backyard, we gettin' high, backyard
We chillin' backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back backyard
We chillin' back backyard, we smokin'
Drinkin', back backyard, we gettin' high