Travis Scott - Uptown Lyrics

[Unknown Sample]

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Uh
Mmm

[Chorus: Travis Scott & A$AP Ferg]
I'm riding up uptown (Woo)
I'm a mothafuckin' monster (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick
I'm a motherfucking monster (Woo)
You riding up uptown (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick, uh (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
At the green light I'm speeding
Fourth wheel on, I'm weaving
I got red eyes and swag seizures
All my concerts filling them bleachers
Ooh girl with this camo on, they can't see us
Tossed in a little more dank
And a little more drank than La Flame might need
Tito Puente with the candy top
Fuck around, make the Latinas pop (Hmm)
It's a new world order (Hmm)
Never had my head on my shoulders, uh
Beware of the monsters
Ain't that what your prеacher told ya? (Uh)
La Flame, 500 degrees
From thе uptown to the Magnolia
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm a mothafuckin' monster (Woo)
I'm a mothafuckin' monster (Woo)
Uh, I'm riding up uptown (Woah)
I'm a mothafuckin' monster (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, damn (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Damn you gorgeous, tell me something I don't know
Dice on the corner with the lights low
Got the base in my sock, fuck the 5-0
Damn you conscious
Gon' get your head off the plate though
Let me show you lil' Yamamoto
Take a little lick of the mayo
Out on 135th, spending them pesos
Tell my nigga Fergie Ferg keep the back locked
'Cause we got a little bit of Tango (Yeah)
Real nigga from the South to the East of Philly nigga
Bangin' wax since a nigga get a wait
Take a little taste, leave you numb feeling in the face
I'll pass if that pint ain't sealed, I'll make your weekend hell
XX know that we gon' die for this and probably keep it trill, mm
Chain links, by nigga, popular demand nigga
My bitch pearls from the clams, nigga
She can ride the dick no hands, mm
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
While I'm riding uptown (Woo, woo)
I'm a mothafuckin' monster (Woo, mm, woo)

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Envious, everyone actin' so frivolous
Jealousy, I can read it with telepathy
You making me sick, you making me sick
I-I-I might run up on a nigga and—
Clique!
It is the ultimate Myrmidon
From the land, which is the city of Babylon
Dreads in my hairs, don’t confuse me for Cinnamon
I'm one of a kind, as I grow like a Digimon
When I'm evolving, not many books
Many revolvers, no problem solving
Illegal tendencies, infinite symphonies
Illustrate misery, living on infamy
Infamous Lord
If you come back from the dead, you will go back to the morgue
I'll hunt you like Sun Tzu, so better be humble
Don't make me, I'm Wesley in the Art of War
Soar, synonym, you will be flying
Truth, antonym, I won't be lying
Bruh, ain't no hakuna matata
'Cuz, you shouldn't fuck with a lion
Damn
I might run up on a nigga and—
I might run up on a nigga and—
I-I-I might run up on a nigga and—
I-I-I might run up on a nigga and—
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm riding up uptown (Woo)
I'm a mothafuckin' monster (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick
I'm a motherfucking monster (Woo)
You riding up uptown (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick, uh (Woo, woo)

[?]