Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott] Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out) We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Damn, La Flame, straight up!) Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, bando) We so high, upper echelon (Bando, straight up) We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Straight up, damn!) [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish (Straight up) She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands (Up) Walkin' through the Waldorf, they know my name, yeah (La Flame) Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year (Straight up) Don't you come around, we ain't got the time, B, naww (Straight up) Watch me do the Randy, touchdown (Bricks) Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child (La Flame) Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her (Skrt) We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider [Chorus: Travis Scott & T.I.] Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out) We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Damn!) (Aight, Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga!) [Verse 2: T.I.] You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect Or else I guarantee you'll get wet (Show us) You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest (Ayy) A choppa no less than a tech (Uh) You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that (Hey) I just might pull up wherever you at (At) Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat (Blah) Ok, hol' up, let me freeze up (Okay) These niggas must have caught amnesia (Say what?) My face card in these streets, cuh (Ayy) A-1 credit, no Visa (Leggo) Excuse me shawty don't get me started If yo shit sick, my shit retarded (Okay) Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I get wrong Get shot then leave 'em in the forest Boom, wait 'til the end of the Earth Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt Hey, first thing first, this what I do (Okay) I'm a king mothafucka, who the hell are you? Check suckas off top, I bet I do (I do) Hustle Gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool We crème de la crème, fuck them fuck niggas Top shelf, upper echelon, can't fuck with us (Ayy) [Chorus: Travis Scott & 2 Chainz] Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (Roll out, bando) We so high, I'm upper echelon (Bando, straight up) We so fuckin' high, I'm upper echelon (Bando, damn, 2 Chainz)