Feel Like Travis Scott

Flying in this car with a Panamera roof

They could tell I been a star by the shit that I've been doing

And you know he ain't get far if he saw me then he doomed

Rocking Travis Scott four's like I'm the highest in the room

I could show you how to count this shit up in four different ways

Yeah she say she like me cause I'm getting to that pay

Fresh as hell up in a white tee I don't even need no chain

We the type to let that shit go then just scratch off in that range

Big Guap they can't catch up to this motion way I make these big nots

Twenty-two's gone spit fast when they coming out a semi

Looking at my wrist up in the light it's gonna gleam