MELTDOWN
[Drake:]
Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now
T time, T time
T time, T time, T time
Teatime like I got a cup of this sh*t
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I'd love to f**k on a regular b**ch
Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, sh*t
You talk to the cops on some therapist sh*t
You act like you love this American sh*t
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that sh*t
Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, sh*t
Or come to the boy on some arrogant sh*t
The weapons we got are some terrorist sh*t
Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this sh*t
She askin' for bread for her parents and sh*t
I told her, "I don't got no cash"
And she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic sh*t
I pull out a million and stare at the sh*t
My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, f**k all that spinnin' the narrative sh*t
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss
Give a f**k about all of that heritage sh*t
Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis
They not even wearing that sh*t
Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some sh*t
Don't come to the boy about sparing some sh*t
You lucky that Vogue was suing
'Cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and sh*t
I-I—
[Travis Scott:]
Is you f**kin' crazy? Is you f**kin' crazy? (Ah)
And they scared of the seven (Seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this sh*t open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend
And shawty a therapist, poppin' her sh*t
She inching my way and she started confessing
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey"
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)
Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you f**king crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, b**ch
(Ooh)
Yeah, is you f**king crazy? (Nah)
Is you f**king crazy? (What?)
Is you f**king crazy? (Nah, nah)
Is you f**king crazy? Uh
Is you f**king crazy? Uh
Is you f**kin'—
Is you f**kin'—
Is you f**king crazy?
I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, f**k Mercedes (f**k Mercedes)
I'll f**k a nigga b**ch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)
Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)
Is you f**king crazy or what? Is you f**king crazy? (f**kin' crazy)
Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)
Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Is you f**king crazy?
Is you f**king crazy?
Is you f**king crazy or what?
Is you f**king crazy? Uh
Is you f**king crazy or what?
Is you f**kin'—
Is you f**kin'—
Is you f**king crazy?
