Travis Scott - Quintana Pt. 2 lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott - Quintana Pt. 2 lyrics]
I'm finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week
Straight up finessin' la Flame
Walked in this bitch
I just got through finessin' designer
(Straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated
No need to remind you robbed my plug
That nigga wasn't getting me high
(That dope)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Stack on black as True Religion (Straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin'
(That dope) i done fucked me 'round five
Bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny
(Oh no) oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin'
(La Flame) finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
(Straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah
They all finessin'
Man, here it go, fishcale, A1 perico
Fill PJ's up with kilos, then
Sell it like it's legal, yeah
Everybody he know
Could have gotten hit with the RICO
Caught a couple of charges
They were weak though
Feds had to let him go in a week or so
Still, still need the key to blow
Whole heap of dough
Ran the streets for so long
Man, the team was so on, damn
It seem like so long
Ago, we had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
The people always run up on
Us in Texas though only by the grace of God
They ain't catch us though
Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams
Almost on the verge of doing some big things
Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen
And now he playin' ‘round
With fifteen or more, ayy
You know a nigga love nice things
(Nice things)
And the price in the hood is too frightening
Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing
It’s time for me to do my thing (Hey)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin'
(La Flame) finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
(Straight up, straight up)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin'
(La Flame) finessin', finessin'
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
(Straight up, straight up)
How high? Tell me why she wanna leave me?
She used me to get high
Oh, she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me why she wanna leave me?
O-o-o oh, ooooh, oooh, ooh oooh
O-o-o oh, ooooh, ooooh as the days go on
The southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame, this journey
It's the last days
I came up a hundred bands a week
Straight up finessin' la Flame
Walked in this bitch
I just got through finessin' designer
(Straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated
No need to remind you robbed my plug
That nigga wasn't getting me high
(That dope)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Stack on black as True Religion (Straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin'
(That dope) i done fucked me 'round five
Bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny
(Oh no) oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin'
(La Flame) finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
(Straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah
They all finessin'
Man, here it go, fishcale, A1 perico
Fill PJ's up with kilos, then
Sell it like it's legal, yeah
Everybody he know
Could have gotten hit with the RICO
Caught a couple of charges
They were weak though
Feds had to let him go in a week or so
Still, still need the key to blow
Whole heap of dough
Ran the streets for so long
Man, the team was so on, damn
It seem like so long
Ago, we had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
The people always run up on
Us in Texas though only by the grace of God
They ain't catch us though
Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams
Almost on the verge of doing some big things
Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen
And now he playin' ‘round
With fifteen or more, ayy
You know a nigga love nice things
(Nice things)
And the price in the hood is too frightening
Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing
It’s time for me to do my thing (Hey)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin'
(La Flame) finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
(Straight up, straight up)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin'
(La Flame) finessin', finessin'
I came up a hundred bands
A week straight up finessin'
(Straight up, straight up)
How high? Tell me why she wanna leave me?
She used me to get high
Oh, she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me why she wanna leave me?
O-o-o oh, ooooh, oooh, ooh oooh
O-o-o oh, ooooh, ooooh as the days go on
The southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame, this journey
It's the last days