[Verse 1] Travis Scott

Move with me you move with caution
Uh, 5-1-2 she ball from Austin
Watching family guy no way to pause it
Heard the voice and ain't no way she lost it
Hit her solids hit a water from the faucet (straight up)
1-2-3 we lastin’ longer than an auction
Thought I sold it but ain't no way she bought it
Time to fill up the wood with narcotics
Yeah, I'm up in the trees if you need me
Yeah, back up on the gang for a three peat
Yeah, back up off the gang we need 3 feet
While I mix up the magic, Houdini

[Verse 2] Playboi Carti

I’m in the 9
I'm in the 9
I'm in the 9
I'm in the 9
Yeah, reppin' the 9
I'm out my brain
We in the grind
Breaking it down
I'm all like Houston
Meet me at Travis' spot
We got the bag
We got the pink stuff
I got the dreadlock
I’m in the bend block
I’m in that rich spot
You in the fed spot
My fellas like only one
They callin' my dead stop
These n***as be holding they tongue
They don’t be sayin' a lot
I'm in that bloody spot
I'm in that bloody spot
I’m in that dead spot
I'm in that bloody spot
I'm in the trap
I'm in the back
I'm in the birdie spot
Guy I like the dirty thot
She come with the dirty spot
It come with a dirty pot
I'm gettin' dirty with pop
I'm gettin' bitches with pop