Lyrics

[Part I: Ok] [Intro: Zona Man, ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott] Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight Leaders of the new school They ain't want to let us in but they had to Trav, tell 'em what it is, Zona Man in the buildin' (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Already know it's gon' be alright Way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh) Now we gon' blow like the wind Should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh) [Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Should've never let them niggas in Should've never, should've never let them niggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Should've never let them niggas in Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Oh, okay) Should've never let us niggas in Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, okay) [Verse 1: Travis Scott, ScHoolboy Q & Both] Let's get this shit lit poured right Need my drugs, alright, call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways Four ways, now it's time to pay Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today (Okay, okay, okay) Now it's bombs away, bitches kissin' bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy cane (Okay, okay) Bouncin' on La Flame, put you up on game Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Already know it's gon' be alright Way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh) Now we gon' blow like the wind Should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh) [Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Should've never let them niggas in Should've never, should've never let them niggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Should've never let them niggas in Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Oh, okay) Should've never let us niggas in Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, okay) [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott] Bottom bitch say, "Ho," know you on top when the top get floored Crib where the cop won't go, Rollie on bling-bling, neck-neck on ice Tell a bitch, "Get right," make a nigga miss that flight, can a nigga hit that twice? Should've never let us niggas in Got my first M 2012, 'nother 100K in the mail Free another homie on bail, money low, her pussy gon' sell Tryna tell you money ain't sh—, when you tried to tell me water won't whip When you tried to say this quarter won't flip, since Snoop, who the other rich Crip? How Groovy get the Pringle man chip? Walkin' with a twenty-yard clip Walkin' while a real nigga limp, black nigga, green grass, no golf So on turn the satellite off from the set, feel like I died on that cross, hang on (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Already know it's gon' be alright Way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh) Now we gon' blow like the wind Should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh) [Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Should've never let them niggas in Should've never, should've never let them niggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Should've never let them niggas in Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Oh, okay) Should've never let us niggas in Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in (Okay, okay, okay) [Part II: Alright] [Intro: Travis Scott] Alright, alright, alright (Ballin' down the corner) Alright, alright, alright, alright (Take the long way home) Alright, alright, alright (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Alright, alright (Hmm-mmm, oh-ah, ooh) Alright, alright, alright, alright [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Jacques was born April 30, ayy Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days, he gon' be Alright, alright, alright, alright Mama said her son gon' be a gift Mama said her son gon' be the shit He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright Mama comin' home with different niggas Daddy out there hangin' with the killers, will it be? Alright, alright, alright, alright Feel like I'ma need me a sip Feel like I'ma need me a bitch Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright [Bridge: SZA] There's blood on your face Uh, salt on your skin Your battle is done for now [Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill] Alright, alright, alright Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright (Mmm-mmm) Find another lick and we gon' be alright (Mmm-ah-ooh) Alright, alright, alright, alright (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright (Ah-ah, ah-ah) Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright (Mmm-mmm, woah, woah-ooh, woah-ooh) Alright, alright (Mmm-mmm, woah, woah-oh-oh-ooh) [Outro: SZA] Completely available to you Scrape a little off the top Come, make your puddin' pop Alright, all night (Eee-eee-eee-ooh-ooh-ooh)