Travis Scott - Franchise Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Skepta]
I don't need to shout my cuzzy
See you in the street and you ain't say nothing
Greaze
Smoke
Get the drop, brrt
Yeah

[Chorus: Skepta]
This my type beat (Brrt)
Everybody knows that this my type beat (Greaze)
This that roof down in the 'Rari, on the high street
I don't do lowkey, I go soprano in the highest key
She can see that I'm Gucci, so icy (She’s sexy)

[Verse 1: Skepta & Lancey Foux]
Wanna be my wifey, I can be the Travis to your Kylie
Highest in the room, I promise ain't nobody high as me
You don't want smoke with me, I have you thinkin' bout sobriety (Smoke)
On the 2C-P, it's hard to sleep (We're trippy)
Took a nap and woke up to niggas talking like me (Talk)
If I took a L, you know I never took it lightly (It's dark)
Keep thinkin' I'm chicken 'til I pull up with the .9 piece
Menace to society (Brrt)
And if it ain't Steelo, I can't let nobody style on me (Hey)
[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
Talk to me quietly
Them swagger jackers tryna find me (Tryna find)
My shooter got them twin cannons, see it Siamese
Hannah with the Montana, see two sides of me (See two sides)
Ferrari talk, horse in my hand
BVLGARI talk, shorts in the Lam'
Take the front cover 'cause I can
We just took their beat for the dank (For the dank)
Gun fingers, real street niggas, no act
On a Yamaha, let the clutch off 'til it bang
She wanna ride me, ooh, I think she like me (Ooh, I think she like me)
You wanna try me? Blood on your white tee

[Chorus: Skepta, Unknown T]
This my type beat (Brrt)
Everybody knows that this my type beat (Greaze)
This that roof down in the 'Rari, on the high street
I don't do lowkey, I go soprano in the highest key
She can see that I'm Gucci, so icy (Sexy) (Mm-mm, ayy, listen)

[Verse 3: Unknown T & Skepta]
Sweet one, man have her
Tek her to Plaza, B show drinking Havana
Vlone on Prada, BBC parka, tell me a nigga that's harder
It's a Skep' type beat, let me bring that lava
Mainstream gwop got left in Valhalla
I'm on the main road, no way I'm steering left, can't get into saga, no
If that's your Kylie then that's my Jenner
Bredda, try something else, Mandela
Baby move long in my new berretta
Throw my goose on and abuse that cheddar
T Bop no matrix, matrix fling on my leather
Like a photoshoot in GQ, man measure
I'm in a G Wag like who's that deh suh, deh suh, deh suh
She can see that I'm Gucci, so icy (She's sexy)
[Verse 4: DETO BLACK]
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Woke up with my ex and I turned into a rockstar
That bitch tryna look like me, yeah, that bitch is an imposter
Why you fuck that hoe when you know you cannot trust her?
I never need a nigga for no shit, I'm that bitch
When I pull up all my haters suck my dick, magic trick
All my looks make all these basic bitches sick, I got tricks
In my Vivendii tee, these hoes can't fuck with me
When I rage, it's only bitches in my mosh pit, mosh pit
When I rage, it's only bitches in my mosh pit
When I rage, it's only bitches in my mosh pit