[Intro: Travis Scott & Playboi Carti]

Ooh (What the fuck they on, man?)

(Beep, beep, beep, beep)

What? What? Uh, what?

Ooh (Hold up, yeah, hold up)

Ooh (Hold up, yeah, what? Check it out, slatt)

Ooh (Yeah, what? What? Yeah)

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Playboi Carti]

Moved at me, you moved with caution (What? Yeah)

Uh, 512, she ball from Austin (Ooh, it's lit)

Uh, watchin' Family Guy, no way to pause it (Alright)

Yeah, heard the voicemail and she damn near lost it (What?)

Hear the silence, hear the water from the faucet (Straight up, phew)

One, two, three, we lasted longer than an auction (Yeah, yeah)

Thought I sold it, but it ain't no way she bought it (Yeah)

Time to fill up the 'Wood with narcotics (It's lit)

Yeah, I'm up in the trees if you need me (In the trees)

Yeah, back up in the game go for a three-peat (Alright)

Yeah, back up off the gang, man, we need three feet (Three)

While I mix up the magic, Houdini (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]

I'm in the 9 (Ooh)

I'm in the 9

I'm in the 9 (Ooh)

I'm in the 9

Yeah, reppin' the 9, yeah

Yeah, I'm in my prime

Ayy, yeah, we in the grind

Breakin' it down

I just left Houston, ooh, yeah

Meet me at Travis' spot, ooh

We at the Batcave, yeah

We at the pitstop, yeah

I got these dreadlocks, yeah

I'm in the big block, yeah

I'm in that rich spot, yeah

You in the fed spot, ooh

I feel like the only one, hold up

They callin' me deadstock, ayy

These niggas be holdin' their tongue, hold up

They don't be sayin' a lot

I'm in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)

I'm in a bloody spot, what? (Slatt)

I'm in a dirty spot, huh (Slatt)

I'm in a bloody spot, uh (Slatt)

I'm in the trap, I'm in the back, I'm in the birdy spot, uh

Got a little dirty thot, ayy

She come with a dirty spot, ayy

That come with a dirty pot, yeah

I need the dirty with pop, yeah

I need a bitty with pop, yeah

All of my bitches gon' pop, yeah (What? Pop, pop, what?)

(Ooh, what?)