Travis Scott & Quavo – Motorcycle Patches (Lyrics | Audio)

Lyrics “Motorcycle Patches” by Travis Scott & Quavo

Motorcycle patches on my jacket
Rip all the money out the plastic
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’
Gave her everything, now what you asking

Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad
Forty on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’

Huncho, yeah yeah yeah
She gon’ make that ass dribble, playin’ basket
Don’t call it cuffin’ n*gga, I ain’t passin’
N*ggas pourin’ fours, poppin’ seals like caskets

Nawfside hot boy, I bought a dragon
I get it at your grill, VIP, spread the bills
M’s a deal, spinnin’ the fortune wheel
Four by four, skrrting all the wheels
Eskimo, icy necks and grills

Watch out, watch out
Big Baller Brand, watch out
This for the fam, watch out
It’s my time, don’t clock out
Threeway pack, we knock out
Molly make her bite down
42, Pistons, Stackhouse
N*gga we winnin’, racks out

Motorcycle patches on my jacket
Rip all the money out the plastic
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’
Gave her everything, now what you asking

Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad
Forty on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’

F*ck shit up, we F*ck shit up
Weed got me stuck, drugs got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked
We on road, I can’t stop no more
On my time I can’t go, yeah
If I send these flicks to your phone, you can’t leak
Motorcycle patches is earned on the streets

F*ck shit up, we done f*cked shit up
It got me stuck, it done got me stuck
Drugs got me stuck, love got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked, yeah

Jacket got stripes
I been blessed in with the knights
Just turned twenty-five, yeah
Goin’ in like I’m doin’ twenty-five to life
I’m alone, out of sight
At they crib, come take a hike
In the field, not the Hills
I been beatin’ like it’s Ike

No more deals, they like wheels, make me ill at the sight
Even still scroll through the reels, miss the times when we hit
No need for names, yeah she know
We was tribe, Navajo
We was real, Jack and Jill
Like the pill had awoke, uh

Motorcycle patches on my jacket
Rip all the money out the plastic
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’
Gave her everything, now what you asking

Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad
Forty on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’…

➤ Album: Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho
Produced by Supah Mario, Frank Dukes, Travis Scott, Southside & TM88
Travis Scott | Quavo | 2018

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