FRANCHISE ft. Young Thug & M.I.A.

FRANCHISE ft. Young Thug & M.I.A. - Travis Scott

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Lyrics: Yup, in my white tee, yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me Unboxing my checks not my Nikes Cacti not no iced tea (ah) got-’em bamboozled like I’m Spike Lee (ah) You need more than Google just to find me (ah) I just called up bae to get her hyphy (ah, ooh) Incredible, Ici ici general I just start the label just to sign me Me and Chase connected like we siamese We’ve been on the run, feel like a crime spree Talk to me nicely, I seen his face, I seen it Yup, on his white tee (lets go) Yeah, yeah call the Sprite people (Call ‘em, hol’ on) Private flight to France, tryna sight see (private flight) Popped ’em in his hands, he was typing Caterpillar ‘Rari, I fold it lift it up I went on the stand told the judge to pass my cup Ran up twenty million, told the devil keep the luck Keep that, keep that hoe, RIP Pop, keep the smoke aye Talk to me nicely (to me nicely) Keep her on a chain, that aint like me (that aint like me) Scotts with no strings you can't tie me (with the, hold on) I’m higher than the plane, I’m where the Skypes be (doo, doo, doo, doo) Yup, in my slime tee…(doo doo doo hee) Princey in his prime heee…(doo doo doo hee) Yellowbone too feisty heee...(doo doo doo hee) Clean him up no napkin heee Yup, in my white tee (yeah) Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (it’s lit) They gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me Unboxing my checks not my Nikes Ooooo… Scuse me Zi zi zi zi zi zi zi zi Don’t be missin’ in Mississippi Dip a sippy Make em happy Make em copy Make em get me chippy chippy There’s a lot im going to spend Tell me when you need me to pull up You going to shoot out while I spin Trippin like I’m trigger happy Salt fish, Ackee ackee, golf buggy Kawasaki, Catch a fish Sushi Maki, Livin Life London city left the town Thug n Travis be that fam Yeah, you know that (slatt) And when they free us out it’s gonna be a film a kodak (yah) Shoot me pouring right Above The Rim like Pollack I’ve been rippin and running, not slippin’ or slidin', athletic tendencies I’ve been up chefin’ it, whippin’ it to the base rock, I provide the remedy When we open gates up at Utopia (it’s lit) It’s like Zooptopia, you see the crosses over ya (ya) That’s how you know it’s us At 4AM i’m phoning ya, not for no shoulder rub Them Jackboys open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck Yup, in my white tee, yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me Unboxing the checks not my Checks not my I be where the fuck that light be Bangers in the system It’s bangers in the system It’s ancient anunnaki