Travis Scott, Future, Young Thug - FRANCHISE (feat. Young Thug & M.I.A.)

Yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Yup, in my white tee, yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh They gon' wipe you, before you wipe me Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (yeah) Cacti's, not no iced tea (ah), uh Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (ah), uh You need more than Google just to find me (ah), uh I just call her bae to get her hyphy (ah, ooh) Incredible, icki-icki, general I just start the label just to sign me (woo, woo, woo), uh Me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (ooh, ooh, woo) We've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (yeah) I seen his face, seen it Yup, on his white tee (let's go), yeah Yup, call the Sprite people (call 'em, hol' on, brrt) Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (on private flights, brrat) Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (da, da, da) Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (up) I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (ayy) Ran up 20 million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (luck) Keep that, keep that hoe (uh-uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (ayy, slatt) Talk to me nicely (talk to me nicely) Keep her on the chain, that ain't like me (that ain't like me) Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch) I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (doo, doo-doo, doo, hee) Yep, in my slime tee (doo, doo-doo, hee) Princey in his prime, yee (doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, hee) Yellowbone too feisty, yee (doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, hee) Clean him up, no napkin, yee (doo) Yup, in my white tee (yeah), yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (it's lit), uh They gon' wipe you, before you wipe me (phew) Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (yeah) 'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin', man Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (yeah) There's a lot I'm gon' spend Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin Trippin' like I'm trigger happy, saltfish, ackee, ackee Golf buggy, Kawasaki, catch a fish, sushi, maki, livin' life London city, left the town (ah) Thug and Travis be the fam Yup, yeah, you know that (slatt) And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (yeah) Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock I provide the remedy (let's go) When we open gates up at Utopia (it's lit), it's like Zootopia You see the crosses over ya (yeah), that's how you know it's us At 4:00 a.m. I'm phonin' ya, not for no shoulder rub Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck Yup, in my white tee (yeah), yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, yeah They gon' wipe you, before you wipe me, yeah Unboxing my checks, not my Checks, not my I-I be where the fuck the light be Bangers in the system, it's Bangers in the system, it's Ancient Anunnaki Bangers in the system, it's that Bangers in the system, it's that M.I.A.