作曲 : Jacques Webster/Saaheem Malik Valdery/Dilip Venkatesh/Bailey Goldberg/Alex Ernewein

Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii]

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop out, she creepin')

When is she leavin'? (When is she leavin', go)

Text is deceivin' (This text's deceivin', yeah)

Big booty bitch, I need it (Big booty bitch, I need it)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Wake up, why you sleepin'?)

This phone is beepin' (Beep, beep, beep)

This phone is beepin' (Beep, beep, beep; I'm on top again)

This phone is beepin'

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Bro sellin' bricks from the cell, right out the cell, rockin' Margiel' (Yeah)

Drank got me movin' like a snail, ridin' through Hell, drummin', stay loud (It's lit)

My bitch put it on well, walkin' with a smell, thuggin' with the felons

Rick Owens kith, Rick Owens kith, the floor I sleep on

The phone is beepin' (Beepin'), she call it a evenin' (Evеnin')

A nigga like Pink P (Pink P)

New chain, we should link (Ball and chain)

Bluе hundreds, is it leanin'? (Blue) Stack it up, stinky (Straight up)

Icin' her rinky (Rinky), put her on a lingy (Lingo)

Put her in a Lamb', or the Benz, and she slim but she thick, it depends

Look like you rock YSL with this tint (Alright)

We've been up four days in a row, how many more days until I'm a hit?

She sleepin' in my crib like she ain't got rent

Hold on, you hearin' how these chains are slappin' on my chest?

Wow

Double Cs, just in the Vers' (Mm)

Got my name stitched in the Brabus (Uh-mm)

Went front-door to the Met (Met)

There ain't no new ho I ain't met (Met)

Put her front row of event

Babe, buy the clothes you can get, yeah

Baby, these braids, not dreads

You can come through, through the air (Yeah)

We drink cool, you're rare (Yeah)

Juggin' on both of the chair

Had to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy)

Well overdue for affair (Yeah)

No need for make-up or underwear (Uh-uh)

'Cause I've been locked in at the crib (Wow)

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop it, pop it)

When is she leavin'? (Leavin')

Huh, text is deceivin' (Woah, leavin')

Big booty bitch, I need it (Big booty bitch, I need it)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Uh)

This phone is beepin' (Beep, beep, beep)

This phone is beepin' (Beep, beep, beep)

[Verse 2: SahBabii & Travis Scott]

Phone on, on vibrate, make her legs vibrate

Fly them hoes out, make them ho migrate

She shake that ass, the bag gon' gyrate

Water my neck, lil' bitch went dehydrated

I'm on the back like carbohydrates

In London, with killers, I don't switch on my mates

Came out the trenches, bananas on 'Ks

**** a hundred niggas gon' do with these apes?

Phone keep beepin', she twistin' her face

She know that we sneakin', girl, stay in yo' place

I get shawty geekin', the tentacle deep in

She ran, that bitch squeakin', put oil on her brakes

These bitch niggas speakin', my name in they mouth

Ain't gon' shower for days, now how my dick taste?

Rainbow diamonds, this shit got me blingin'

Stepped out at the jeweler, bought a gay parade (Wow)

Pop out, she creepin' (Pop it, pop it)

So bored at the house, she leavin' (Leavin', huh)

Text is deceivin' (Wow, leavin', huh)

Got a ho in my kennel crossbreedin' (Body bag)

Wake up, why you sleepin'? (Uh-uh)

This phone is beepin' (Beep, beep, beep)

Her phone is beepin'

This phone is beepin' (Beep, beep, beep)

Her phone is beepin', her phone is beepin' (Yeah, yeah)

But that would be where—

Jamaica— Jamaica would be where you would go to really hear, like

A lot of rap music, and a lot of R&B

So, they— they play mainly dance music

Then, they have they rap set

And then, they go into reggae

And then they go back to— to the regular music

And shit like that

That's as close as you could get to twerking