Travis Scott - Mediterranean Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ricky Racks)

[Chorus: Offset]
That's a groupie, bye, bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds bitin'
Freakazoid chain on lightnin'
Weddin' band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
.47 at the end, where the knife is
Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp' fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way (Offset)

[Verse 1: Offset]
I gotta tell the truth, I was expected to lose, I had to pay my dues, yeah
All of these chains on me, I brought the gang with me
Put on the plain Philippe, yeah, pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
Watch your daughter before she disappear
'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids
Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick
We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip
I wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
Oh, you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed
Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills
[Chorus: Offset & Travis Scott]
That's a groupie, bye, bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds bitin'
Freakazoid chain on lightnin'
Weddin' band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
.47 at the end, where the knife is
Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp' fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Offset]
On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble, turned her out to a runner, yeah (Alright)
Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundles, goin' in for the summer, hey
Wallet change like the cash
.40 clip, make you do the forty-yard dash (Pew-pew)
Don't you hold nothin' back (Alright)
Rubber band, pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
Make me relocate (Straight up), told me, "Do not play", I do
Sonic wildin' (Yeah), time to dive in (Yeah)
Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
Butterfly, the doors and you dive in
[Chorus: Offset]
That's a groupie, bye, bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds bitin'
Freakazoid chain on lightnin'
Weddin' band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
.47 at the end, where the knife is
Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp' fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way (Offset)