Quintana

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit, I got like— La Flame, La Flame [Chorus: Travis Scott] Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope Step into my world where we get ghost 'Cause in my mind we float (Straight up) Every time we step into 1OAK They tweaking off the coke Fuck, I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread so much, let's have a toast 'Cause my niggas and momma know If I wasn't here, nigga, I'd be dead (Straight up) Now I'm in the building thinking billions Counting millions, what a feeling Remember when I never ever made shit? (Straight up) Now me and my niggas rocking chains (Straight up) and whipping slave ships Now who the slave, bitch? (Straight up) [Chorus: Travis Scott] Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Straight from the lair or Himalayas I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer (Bless up) Kelly Divine off in my pager, I'll hit her later Dawn to dusk, I'm tryna get made, I been up for days (Straight up) Damn, I'll never pop another pill, man, that shit is real Girl, you know you fuckin' with La Flame You know you know the drill (La Flame) I reach to the heavens, Lord, forgive me, I sin May La Flame live forever, and always bring 'em in [Chorus: Travis Scott] Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope [Verse 3: Wale & Travis Scott] Look, y'all niggas can't fuck with me I've got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me (Yeah) I'm unsociable with like most of them 'Cause I don't socialize where them suckers be (Nope) Lyrically, I will demolish This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft Niggas remind me of nails at a spa So under-polished, novices They barkin' up the wrong tree (Double M) Trust me, if you with me, then you goin' eat (You goin' eat) I got them sweatin' like these bitches hearin' all day And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS (Yeah) Get lifted, few zips like a Steep Tech (Yeah) Use piff, short words for the loose girls (Yeah) All mine's re-up, y'all regret (Yeah) Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set (Yeah, nigga) Don't worry 'bout T, it's in-depth (Straight up) When it comes to the mothafuckin' C-notes We'll start us a mothafuckin' glee club Goddamn [Bridge: A$AP Bari & Travis Scott] La Flame, don't play no games These niggas is lames These niggas ain't lords, we the new lords Lord, self-sacrifice Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me, oh, mercy me Mercy me [Chorus: Travis Scott] Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn, she smoke my dope Swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope