90210 - Travis Scott, Kacy Hill

She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley

(Honestly, God Bless)

Who left her hometown world all for the alley

Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties

(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)

Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy

Baby’s hooked on feeling numb

(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo)

Jacques to La Flame, now you rolling on an Addy

50 on her chain, 'nother 50 on her caddy, oh

He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone

Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley

Hmm, yeah, then find an alley

Baby’s hooked on feeling numb

(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo)

In the 90 210, 90 210, looking for that alley

In the 90 210, 90 210, looking for that alley, ooh

It’s the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley

In the 90 210, 90 210, somewhere in that alley

My granny called, she said «Travie, you work too hard

I’m worried you’ll forget about me»

I’m falling in and out of cuffs, don’t worry, I’mma get it, granny

What happened?

Now my daddy happy, mama called me up

That money coming and she love me, I done made it now

I done found life’s meaning now

All them days her heart’d break, her heart not in pieces now

Friends turning into fraud niggas

Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged different

All you niggas, you niggas want, that’s why you can’t have it

I’mma sell it, you niggas salad, we 'bout the cabbage

Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys

Smiling at 'em laughing at me

I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch

All of this off of rapping, should’ve wrote this in Latin

Yeah, mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a 4

He pass the cigarette, I choke

Tell my auntie put them poles down, them poles down

Now you know you love your own now

Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don’t put your nose down

I ain’t knockin' nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now

Whole crew, I swear they counting on me

Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me

Houses on me, he got them ounces on him

Holy father, come save these niggas, I’m styling on 'em

Good lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses

I’m driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them

Distant sky from north of the border, my chips is in order

My mom’s biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga