Bubbly (with Drake & Travis Scott)

Wheezy outta here

My career 'bout to blast like bubbly I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me I can tell she fuck with me man, trust me I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy 325 on the dashboard, ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store

She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (yeah) You stay in your feelings, you never my boy I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy

Another body drop, and they screamin' my name I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane (grah, grah) Could never come back and my family straight (grrah) I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (ha) Blast off, Rolls Royce Cullinan rain (broke niggas)

I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears And my motherfuckin' chains (chains) This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it I come through this motherfucker plain (woh) I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (yeah) And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face I took her to China and changed up her climate And now she ain't talkin' the same (woah, yeah)

Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin', the SVR still lookin' deranged (yeah) I want her, she wanted the same, hit 'em both same time Both glad that they came (it's lit) Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (oh) Tat' a logo on the back of my brain Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'

Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank Eric came through with a little entertainment (it's lit) Area 29, got her lookin' like space Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit I came with the snakes no squid (straight up) I broke out the game with a 456 She lovin' the fest', I see it, she lovin' the fest' (straight up, straight up)

Yeah, I sit on her face, and I'm lovin' that body In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)

YSL'll put a nigga six feet I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please" Me and lil' Thugger on fleek Now that lil' hoe wanna meet, ayy What? What? What? What?

Fuck her on beat OVO life not cheap I'm a young boy too T'd Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh, God, I'm geeked Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6ix, man, it's bigger than me

Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin' I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me- 325 on the dashboard Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford Rockin' her bed and the headboard What? What? What? What?

Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store Park at the regular airport You stay in your feelings, was never my boy