Travis Scott - Ok Alright (feat. Schoolboy Q) lyrics

Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight
Leaders of the new school
They ain't want to let us in but they had to
Trav, tell 'em what it is
Zona Man in the building

Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Okay, okay, ay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us
Niggas in should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us
Niggas in okay, okay, okay



Let's get this shit lit poured right
Need my drugs alright call my bitch up
She gon' suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow
Need that shit today okay, okay, okay, okay
Now it's bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas
Serve 'em candy cane
Okay, okay, bouncing on La Flame
Put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah
Yeah

Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Okay, okay now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us
Niggas in should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us
Niggas in okay, okay

Bottom bitch say ho
Know you on top when the top get floored
Crib where the cop won't go
Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice
Tell a bitch
"Get right" make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga hit that twice
Should have never let us niggas in
Got my first M 2012
Now a hundred K in the mail
Free another homie on bail
Money low, her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell me money ain't sh
When you tried to tell me water won't whip
When you tried to say
This quarter won't flip
Since Snoop who the other rich crip
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip
Walk on with a twenty yard clip
Walk on while a real nigga limp
Black nigga green grass no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set
Feel like I died on that cross, hang on

Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Okay, okay now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've never let them niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us
Niggas in should've never let us niggas in
Should've-should've-should've never let us
Niggas in okay, okay

Alright, alright, alright
(Balling down the corner)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Take the long way home)
Alright, alright, alright alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

Jacques was born April 30, ayy
Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days
He gon' be alright, alright, alright
Alright mama said her son gon' be a gift
Mama said her son gon' be the shit
He gon' be alright, alright, alright
Alright
Mama coming home with different niggas
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Will it be alright, alright, alright
Alright? Feel like I'ma need me a sip
Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright
Alright

There's blood on your face
Uh, salt on your skin
Your battle is done for now
Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright
Hit another lick and we gon' be alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright
Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come, make your pudding pop
Alright all night