Lyrics Meltdown – Travis Scott ft. Drake
Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T’d up right now
T time, T time
T time, T time, T time
Teatime like I got a cup of this sh!t
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I’d love to f**k on a regular b!tch
Famous h0es lame but they stay on my d!ck
Heard your new joint, it’s embarrassing, sh!t
You talk to the cops on some therapist sh!t
You act like you love this American sh!t
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that sh!t
Don’t talk to the boy ’bout comparisons, sh!t
Or come to the boy on some arrogant sh!t
The weapons we got are some terrorist sh!t
Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this sh!t
She askin’ for bread for her parents and sh!t
I told her, I don’t got no cash and she said
She could wait on a rack, on some Arabic sh!t
I pull out a million and stare at the sh!t
My d!ck just got hard ’cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, f**k all that spinnin’ the narrative sh!t
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo’ boss
Give a f**k about all of that heritage sh!t
Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis
they not even wearing that sh!t
Don’t come to the boy ’bout repairing some sh!t
Don’t come to the boy about sparing some sh!t
You lucky that Vogue was suing
‘Cause I would’ve been with the Wassas in Paris and sh!t
Is you f**kin’ crazy Is you f**kin’ crazy
And they scared of the seven
After one-three then we turn up eleven
Keep this sh!t open like 7-Eleven
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I’m satanic, I keep me a reverend
Lil’ shawty a therapist, poppin’ her sh!t
She inching my way and she started confessing
I know what’s at stake, I’m screamin’, Free Jeffery
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin’ ’bout belly
Don’t keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it’s heavy
Always on t-time, been ready, yeah
Is you f**king crazy, Is you fu..
Wrappin’ the cheese, wrap around me
‘Cause I’ve got property
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs
Got the Willy Wonka factory
Burn a athlete like it’s calories
Find another flame hot as me, b!tch
Yeah, is you f**king crazy
Is you f**king crazy
Is you f**king crazy
Is you f**king crazy, uh
Is you f**king crazy, uh
Is you f**k..
Is you f**k..
Is you f**king crazy
I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, f**k Mercedes
I’ll f**k a n**ga b!tch but she can’t have the baby
I’ll shoot your a*s in Walmart like I’m DaBaby
The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe
N**gas talkin’ Scarface, I’m that in real life
Is you f**king crazy or what Is you f**king crazy
Man, the club ain’t been the same since we lost Mercedes
Man, the clique ain’t been the same since they lost the greatest
We outside with the army, so you need the, uh-uh
Them boys rollin’ all brown like they whippin’ gravy
Make a circus outside like it’s Barnum’s Bailey
Blickey hanging on my side, it’s like it’s really banging
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded
Is you f**king crazy, uh
Is you f**king crazy, uh
Is you f**king crazy or what
Is you f**king crazy, yeah
Is you f**king crazy or what
Is you f**k..
Is you f**k..
Is you f**king crazy…
➤ Written by Travis Scott, Vinylz, Drake, BNYX®, Tay Keith, Coleman & Boi-1da
Album: UTOPIA
Produced by Coleman, BNYX®, Boi-1da, Vinylz, Tay Keith & Skeleton Cartier
Travis Scott | Drake | 2023
