Travi$ Scott
Текст песни Upper Echelon

Pull out the south
Pull out the ride
We so high, upper echelon
We so fucking high, upper echelon

Pull out the south
Pull out the ride
We so high, upper echelon
We so fucking high, upper echelon

Dozing off them … just popped a band
Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like a lion
Party at the fix, damn that's so outlandish
She gonna make it clap, clap, throw them bands
Walking through the ward off, they know my name
Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year
Don't you come around me, ain't got the time
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Riding right behind her, pull up beside her
We popping champagne, damn you apple cider

Pull out the south
Pull out the ride
We so high, upper echelon
We so fucking high, upper echelon

You niggas are mad, I swear you best show some respect
Or else I guarantee you'll get wet
You fucking with us, I suggest you invest in a vest
A chopper no less than a tech
You nigga want trouble, then that you will get
They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that
I just might pull up wherever you at
Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat
Ok, hold up, let me freeze up
These niggas must have caught amnesia
My face caught in these streets, A1 credit, no Visa

Excuse me shorty, don't get me started
If your shit sick, my shit retarded
Motherfucker can't see the tree for the forest
Get wrong, get shot then leave 'em in the forest
Wait till the end of the Earth
Just to get my check and a fear to get hurt
First thing first, this what I do
I'm a king motherfucker, who the hell are you?
Chip suckers off top, I bet I do
Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool
We creme de la creme, fuck them fuck niggas
Top chef, upper echelon, can't fuck with us

Pull out the south
Pull out the ride
We so high, upper echelon
We so fucking high, upper echelon

Pull up in the 'Rrari, my hoe beside me
It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, hoe I'm sorry
Let's get it jumping, call it center court
On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court
Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes
On the plane with your bitch in a carry on
I do it for my city, then I fly away
I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today
I told 'em let's pray, I keep killing verses
Your bitch with me, she wearing killer purses
Pull out that seven, mac eleven
Pass the weapon, Versace heaven

Pull out the south
Pull out the ride
We so high, upper echelon
We so fucking high, upper echelon