Travis Scott, Juice WRLD, Sheck Wes - NO BYSTANDERS lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott, Juice WRLD, Sheck Wes - NO BYSTANDERS lyrics]
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick
I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopped and get screwed
I told her it's BYOB
That mean buy your own boobs
Put it on God, He the one that put me on top
Can't be put in a box
Gotta move on the opps
Devil got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott
Can't move that deep, tryna run down
Shit's steep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
(Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
(Flight plans, Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
(I'm seein')
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
Heartbreak hotel bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got a nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)
Whippin' the tank (Wu Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on a plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
(Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
(Flight plans, Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
(I'm seein')
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
(yeah, the party never ends)
Family function, ain't no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's
Why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
And, like I jump straight out the wind
Dodgin' Hell and sins
I can't go back there again
Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my sons
Like the light don't hit they side
In the function, and I'm fried
It's a strive, it's not a drive
When they open wide it's a riot, riot
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real
We walkin' in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) uh
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick
I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopped and get screwed
I told her it's BYOB
That mean buy your own boobs
Put it on God, He the one that put me on top
Can't be put in a box
Gotta move on the opps
Devil got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott
Can't move that deep, tryna run down
Shit's steep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
(Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
(Flight plans, Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
(I'm seein')
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
Heartbreak hotel bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got a nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)
Whippin' the tank (Wu Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on a plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
(Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
(Flight plans, Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
(I'm seein')
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
(yeah, the party never ends)
Family function, ain't no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's
Why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
And, like I jump straight out the wind
Dodgin' Hell and sins
I can't go back there again
Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my sons
Like the light don't hit they side
In the function, and I'm fried
It's a strive, it's not a drive
When they open wide it's a riot, riot
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real
We walkin' in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) uh