[Instrumental]
[Intro: MC Ride, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Pump, and Problem]
Too many hoes in my-
Phantom that's all red
Too many hoes in my-
D. Rose
What?
[Pre-chorus: Travis Scott, Kacy Hill]
Woah
Baby's hooked on feeling numb
Do, do, do, do, doo
Baby's hooked on feeling numb
(Sample)
Do, do, do, do, doo
[Chorus: Travis Scott, Kacy Hill, MC Ride, Childish Gambino]
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley (woo, ouu)
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley
(Baby's hooked on feeling numb)
Choose this life you're on your own
Fuck!
Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
I got the strap, I gotta carry 'em
50 on a chain, another 50 on a Caddy (chyeah!)
Too many hoes in my-
[Post-chorus: Lil Pump, MC Ride, Childish Gambino]
Only wear designer, 'skeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin' out the Wraith, 'skeetit (ouu!)
Smashin' on your bitch, 'skeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin' up a check with no limit (oou!)
Too many hoes in my motherfuckin' meal
Asking if I know how a motherfucker feels
Poppin' on X, poppin' on X
Poppin' on X, pills (poppin' on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal
This is America
Don't catch you slippin' now
Look how I'm livin' now
Police be trippin' now, yuh
[Bridge 1: Childish Gambino, Lil Uzi Vert, Problem]
Push me to the edge-
Yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
All my friends are dead-
Yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
Push me to the edge-
What?
Yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
All my friends are dead-
What?
All my friends are dead-
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Travis Scott]
You know these rapper dudes talk shit, start killin’
Fuck that, got goons like an archvillain
I’m from the South, ain’t got no accent, don’t know why
So this rap is child’s play, I do my name like Princess Di
Yeah, they say they want the realness, rap about my real life
Told me I should just quit: “First of all, you talk white!"
"Second off, you talk like you haven't given up yet"
Rap's stepfather, yeah, you hate me but you will respect
I put in work, ask Ludwig
Put my soul on the track like shoes did
Played this for my cousin, now he can’t even think straight
Black and white music? Now, nigga, that’s a mixtape (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Bridge 2: Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West, Childish Gambino]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face (Bitch!)
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (Yeah!)
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day (Okay)
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
On the radio, that's my favorite song
Make me bounce around, like I don't know, like I won't be here long
Now the thrill is gone, got no patience, cause I'm not a doctor
Girl why is you lying, girl why you Mufasa
Yeah, mi casa su casa, got it stripping like Gaza
Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava
Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber
Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones
"My God, you pay for your friends?" I'll take that as a compliment
Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite?
Incompetent ain't the half of it
Saturdays we're Young Lavish-ing
Saddest shit, is I'm bad as it
Beans they took from the cabinet (Whoa)
[Chorus: Travis Scott, Childish Gambino, Lil Uzi Vert]
In the 90210, 90210 (Hold up)
Yeah, this is America-
Gettin' bored with this money-
Push me to the edge
[Outro: Lil Pump, Childish Gambino]
(Ouu!)
Pull up to the crib like "what up, bitch!" (chyeah)
Sorry, I'm just scared of the future
(D. Rose)
'Til 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hold up