Part 1: Ok [Intro: Zonaman] Ya 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 Zonaman in the building [Hook: Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q] Ok, ok, ok Already know it’s gonna be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon’ blow like the wind Shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok Shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Let’s get this shit lit poured right Need me 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 Now it’s bombs away Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas

MUSIC [Intro: Travi$ Scott + Young Thug] Made it to LA, yeah Finally in LA, yeah Lookin’ for the weed though Tryna make my own dough Callin’ for Maria Lost without Maria I dive in the marina So trust me, baby trust me Trust me, baby trust me Trust me, baby trust me I don’t mind Trust me, baby trust me Trust me, baby trust me Trust me, baby trust me I don’t mind Trust me Trust me Trust me Trust me Trust me Trust me Yeah I don’t mind (Travi$ eating chips) Travi$ Scott Thugger Thugger, nigga [Hook: Travi$ Scott and Young Thug] Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Twelve more hours left for us in a day (Call your friends and let’s get drun

[Hook: The Weeknd] Oh, don’t pray for love Oh, say love Just ask the lonely, oh Just ask the lonely, oh [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I’m off, in this club I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin’ us Man I can’t take no more of this lifestyle we been livin’ Man I can’t take no more of the white powers in position Gotta, grab OJ wheel, gotta, scoop up J Rich Told Chase we ain’t goin’ back, you know, we gotta hitch I mean I’m, aggravated, agitated, I admit Intoxicated, animated, got me feelin’ kinda lit Contemplatin’ fornicatin’, might as well fuck up some shit They lookin’ at me way too crazy, got me feelin’ communist But I’m just tryin’ to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Sticks If my album never sell, then we gon’ hit that lick Tell ‘em all, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz It’s the weekend, we off the deep e

[Hook] Don’t you open up that window Don’t you let out that antidote Poppin’ pills is all we know In the hills is all we know Don’t go through the front door It’s lowkey at the night show So don’t open up that window Don’t you let out that antidote [Verse 1] Party on a Sunday (That was fun!) Do it all again on Monday (One more time!) Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!) I might do it again I just hit a threepeat Fucked three hoes I met this week I don’t do no old hoes (Oh, no, no!) My nigga, that’s a no-no (Straight up!) She just want the coco (Cocorrina!) I just want dinero Who that at the front door? If it’s the feds, oh-no-no-no [Hook] Don’t you open up that window Don’t you let out that antidote Poppin’ pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) Don’t go through the front door It’s lowkey at the night show At the night show At the night show At the night show At the night show At the night s

[Intro: Young Thug] Travi$ Scott Thugger thugger nigga [Hook: Travi$ Scott and Young Thug] Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Twelve more hours left for us in a day I’ve been drinkin’ all day, I’ve been floatin’ all day Bring your ass over here now, you know where, how I stay I’ve been gone for some time now I just wanted a lil’ Texas Mix it, mix it, pour (lean, lean), drinkin’, sippin’, slow Lean so cold now, froze, froze, froze Come on over, get drunk Slide down, nigga, on the real, slide down, nigga, how it is Off in the Bentley, bitch up in the Bentley Got a hundred bitches on the private [?] fightin’ in it I’m the governor and a politician, you know I

[Intro: Future] Bandanna wrapped, wrapped ’round your head The bandanna wrapped ’round your head Fuck niggas they’re shit Ain’t nobody triller than me Ain’t nobody triller than Scott Ain’t nobody trill man I’m takin’ their spot [Hook: Travi$ Scott] 30s in the city movin’ slow $3,500 for the coat Only real niggas keep you float Only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it Painkillers, they got back pain, know you gotta love it Tens out in N-Y, they in my hallways, I gotta lobby of ‘em Up and down, we chase Monday nights, we made a hobby of it Still down with the same dogs, man they never loved us Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it We’re still holding that old thing, tryna rob me of it One time for the trill bitches that’ll let me touch it I’m papi though, they get it

Download mp3 [Produced by Hit-Boy] [Intro] Last night turned into this mornin’ Woke up and still had it zoomin’ Goin’ all night, goin’ all night Goin’ all night, goin’ all night Goin’ all night, goin’ all night Goin’ all night [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Okay Remy on my throat Tonight I’m bout to catch a case I got pre-rows in my spot All your OGs know my way Ahh your dash and my shit loud Tell me what we bout to do? Only here for one more night So I’mma drink enough for two [Hook: Hit-Boy] Okay, we can go all night, what? Okay, we can go all night, what? All night, all night, all night Now we can go all night All night, all night, all night Okay, we can go all night, all night [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] Mix the D’usse with the Ace We switchin’ up the pace We gone get that change That’s mando day to day Order up more hoes and ice I smoked my last of the night Tell the hoes to bring that dank Now we right back in the game Bout to do t

Download mp3 [Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool] I miss my dawgs I miss my dawgs And they killed my little nigga Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off [Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool] I miss my dawgs I miss my dawgs And they killed my little nigga Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off [Verse 1: Meek Mill] They killed Chinx Drugz in his own city They killed Lil Snupe in his own city Wonder why I don’t be in my own city I don’t know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act savage All these guns are automatics Still gonna murder these niggas that want to have it Before they have me miss my son’s foo

Download mp3 [Hook: Travi$ Scott] 5 mo’, 5 in a row They at ya door from Lamron down to the mo’ Can’t get out of my head, can’t keep takin’ these meds 5 in a row, I want some mo’ 5 mo’, 5 in a row They at ya door from Lamron down down to the mo’ Can’t get out of my head, can’t keep takin’ these meds Like 5 mo’, 5 in a row [Bridge: Travi$ Scott] Na, na, na, na And I’m killin’ all my enemies Na, na, na, na And I’m killin’ all my enemies [Verse 1: French Montana] On my nose a bandanna, on my neck is a Fanta All my hoes from Atlanta, all my dogs in the slammer Talk death row, talk Tony Montana Dick talk on the low, screamin’ Frenchy Montana Time to fill up your head, Henny fuck that Moët Fall asleep in the east, wake me up on the west Shawty call me dad, aw no, mommy no, no Throw one in the island after fistin’ Minaj

[Intro] We we we we predicted this you hear me, we predicted this [Hook: Future] See how they at me, see how they at me Tryna catch me, tryna snatch me Fly fashion, say I’m fashion Higher fashion, I’m on acid I move like I’m on acid, grind I’m higher fashion I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic And I’m strapped with that plastic And I’m strapped with that plastic I love this music with a passion [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] They see Margiela blunts, Louis Vuitton double cups Designer jersey get seamed up, if it tastes good Niggas rollin’ like rollers might roll up in dun dun dun Don’t think that I’ve had enough Cuz I been on the binge Scored a coke model thats a high fashion win Splurgin’ in the mall got me spendin’ all my ends Yeah, we made it to the hills now Coke costs a couple bills now Yeah tell me how it feels now Tired of motherfuckers who wanna be trill Yeah, down south it

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug] I might use the bitch for a coupe I might lease the bitch to the strippers Pistol was a rooster Aye, jet [Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR] Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side We don’t play that shit Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin’ Later we gon’ play that shit It’s all good, it’s alright Plenty bitches down to ride And if it all goes down [Verse 1: Young Thug] ABC, about to cum She like children on her tum’ I come red like I’m a narc Inhalin’ kush with my lungs Covered in green like a fuckin’ iguana End of the day I’m the mo’fuckin’ boss Like the fuckin’ your honor I got Travi$ Scott inside the spot And he leanin’ like a mothafucka I feed bitches rocks, and load the Glocks And now she feinin’ like a mothafucka Her ass fat so she teachin’ like a mothafucka Booty call, nigga greasier than a mothafucka Hey, I wanna eat the little mothafucka Icy water, Fiji, mothafucka

[Intro: Future] Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold She in love with the pole She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin’ her nose Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole She want your friend and your foe She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O [Verse 1: Pusha T] She took your car to go and see that nigga She in his ear like “I’ma leave that nigga” You ain’t really see it comin’, did yah? She took your heart and tried to feed it to yah Twitter told you she was out of town She ain’t notice she was out of bounds You ’bout to bust out all her windows, ain’t yah? And catch a charge that ain’t ’bout no paper