Video Flocky Flocky de Travis Scott 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Travis Scott - Flocky Flocky Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
(Two cups)

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Travis Scott]
Tastin' cotton candy, hit the gas, oh (Two cups)
I'm doin' a hundred, I ain't see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver & Travis Scott]
I pull up there with M's (Skrrt), I'm back on whenever
Caught that flight in the mornin', a flight to New Orleans (Yeah)
I'll be back in the mornin', I'll be back in the mornin'
She steady tweakin' off whatever you call it (Tweak, tweak)
She flocky-flocky on whatever you call it (Yeah)
Lil' shawty slip, but I won't leave 'til the mornin'
Señorita got me goin' and goin' (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Don Toliver & Travis Scott]
You got a lot of questions, I got hella answers
When you're movin' in silence, had me movin' careful
Had me movin' too carefully, you wasn't there for me (Uh)
You can look, but don't stare at me (Uh, yeah)

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Travis Scott]
Tastin' cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I'm doin' a hundred, I ain't see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast (Yeah, woo-uh)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Blessings on blessings, I'm drownin' all in 'em, I'm havin' no scuba (Yeah)
Top of the top and I'm leadin' that chart 'cause I'm still off the boof, uh (Let's go)
Yeah, you walk away and shake them macarenas (Cha-cha)
I took her far away to Lithuania (It's lit)
I keep a place to bait, to tune your brain up (Uh)
She stuff her face in cake, no way it's— (Safe)
Just save your words, that's safe, Glocks and handles (Alright)
Glocks and cougars, got guns, now you tucked
Lockin' that juice up (Woo), lawyers and shooters (Woo, woo)
Are they gon' prove stuff? Right from my tool, yeah (Shh-shh)
It's in my head, stuck (Yeah), I ain't a rooster
I fucked and hit the dust, I'm changin' routes, yeah (Straight up)
She left in my tracksuit and my 1s, I gave her new bucks (Woo)
Bought a pint with the EDD, I swear you doin' too much

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Tastin' cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I'm doin' a hundred, I ain't see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver & Travis Scott]
I pull up there with M's (Skrrt), I'm back on whenever
Caught that flight in the mornin', a flight to New Orleans (Yeah)
I'll be back in the mornin' (Yeah, yeah), I'll be back in the mornin' (Back in the mornin')
She steady tweakin' off whatever you call it (Tweak, tweak)
She flocky-flocky on whatever you call it (Yeah)
Lil' shawty slip, but I won't leave 'til the mornin'