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[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got in on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain’t no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get
That lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the first time
Hoes come through just to touch us
I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

[Intro]
This is all

[Chorus]
Bad-bad news, I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

[Verse 1]
How would you feel if I had you?
Trust me, you’ll be mad too
Shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I’m a bad move
Plus I’m already a black dude
Leavin’ the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It’s been a week and a half since
We ain’t been speaking in mad mins
You feeling free in my absence
I’ve been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(this is all, this is all)

[Chorus]
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I’d be bad for you
Don’t worry I’ll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)

[Verse 2]
Stressing over award shows
She’s stressin’ over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone’s readin’ your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that’s for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and foreign doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit’ll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give out bad news

[Chorus]
I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

[Intro: Big Tuck]
What’s crackin’?
You already know who it is
Ya boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I’m the dean of this here
I got this

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain’t takin’ no days in (yeah)
Don’t need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin’ the lights out soon as we came in (it’s lit)
What’re they talkin’ about, what’s it pertainin’ (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I’m aging (yeah)
This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah)
All of my demons invadin’
I live paranoid, hesitatin’
They bitin’, they bitin’, the cadence (skrt, skrt)
Go out their way, it’s okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in vogue, yeah
Put 84’s on lanes, I robbed, how you think of the spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was small, these five or four, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott]
Moving in silence don’t mean it’s movin’ slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines
On the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I’m a new species, tale swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it’s lit!)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!)

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible