NO BYSTANDERS

Lyrics

[Refrain: Juice WRLD] The party never ends In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) [Refrain: Juice WRLD] The party never ends In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Bicentennial man, put the city on slam She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose I don't set picks, I just shoot Chopped and get screwed I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs Put it on God, He the one that put me on top Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps Devil got the move on the drop Niggas tryna move on the Scott And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep Gotta act a fool with the squad Next city, no sleep, back to the 7-1-3 [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man) Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans) Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein') (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) And they know whenever I land (I land) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Heartbreak hotel Bet you can't take no L's Plug like AOL Who say that I ain't gon' sell? Hand me the H, I'll sell She said, "I got a nigga" I said, "I ain't gon' tell" Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah) The flippin' of paint (Paint, yeah) Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah) Whippin' the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah) My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah) Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah) Got your bitch on a plane [Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott] (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man) Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans) Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein') (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) And they know whenever I land (I land) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) [Segue: Juice WRLD] The party never ends [Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah, the party never ends) [Verse 3: Travis Scott] Family function, ain't no friends Had a line around my ends Turned 'em into M's Why you tryna make amends? What's that smell? It's heaven's scent And, like I jump straight out the wind Dodgin' Hell and sins I can't go back there again Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized Take the one, feel vilified You can't see my sons Like the light don't hit they side In the function, and I'm fried It's a strive, it's not a drive When they open wide It's a riot, riot [Outro: Sheck Wes] Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up They know me when they see me, nigga, ah! Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Uh