THE SCOTTS

Let's go We see the hype outside (yeah) Right from the house, uh Took it straight from outside (yeah) Straight to the couch We put the mic outside (yeah) Air that shit out, uh You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (yeah) We runnin' the scouts Ain't no controllin' the gang (yeah, yeah, yeah) They never leave I got tats over my veins (yeah) 'Cause that what I bleed She drink a lot of the bourbon (yeah) Like she from the street, uh We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh (yeah, mm) We heard that your wave went dry (yeah) We floodin' the drought, uh (mm) Heard that your hood outside (yeah) We added some routes (mm) We havin' the goods outside (mm) Move it in and out (mm) You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (mm) We runnin' the scouts Nigga, the cops outside (yeah) Lock up the house (yeah, yeah) We keep the team on high (huh) Some gold in they mouth (yeah, yeah) Nigga, the Porsche outside (huh) Without the top (yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah) She want a mimosa-sa (yeah) Bring in the shots (yeah, yeah, yeah) Tell these phony bitches, "Beat it" With that Photoshoppin' body, Adobe, help me She in there makin' panini, she know I got all the bread She know me, got it On my hustle, havin' visions It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (huh, huh) Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these Niggas don't know where to go Gotta keep givin' 'em heat, heat (yeah) Time to go double though, time they add up the math, mad And I've been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams Let's go --- THE SCOTTS - THE SCOTTS, Travis Scott and Kid Cudi