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TRAVIS SCOTT FEAT 2 CHAINZ & T.I. lyrics : "Upper Echelon"

[Hook x2: Travi$ Scott]
Pull out the zip
Pull out the roll

We so high, upper echelon
We so $#&@in' high, upper echelon


[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie
Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic

Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish
She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands
Walkin' through the Waldorf 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 b
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown

Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her
We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider


[Hook]


[Verse 2: T.I]
You ^!$$%s a mess, I swear you best show some respect
Or else I guarantee you'll get wet

You $#&@in' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest
A choppa no less than a tech
You ^!$$%s want trouble ...

They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that
I just might pull up wherever you at
Put my foot in your $$# and a hole in your hat

Ok, hol' up, let me freezer
These ^!$$%s must have caught amnesia
My face caught in these streets cuh

A1 credit, no Visa
Excuse me shawty don't get me started
If yo %#@! sick, my %#@! !@$!ed

Mother$#&@er can't see the tree but before I
Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest
Wait til the end of the Earth

Just to get my check and bear get hurt
First thing first, this what I do
I'm a king mother$#&@er who the hell are you?

Jet suckas off top, I bet I do
Hustle gang in it (*##$, you better lay down fool
We creme de la creme $#&@ them $#&@ ^!$$%s

Top shelf upper echelon can't $#&@ with us

[Hook]


[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Pull up in the rari, my ho beside me

It's a two seater, your (*##$ can't ride, ho I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', 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 (*##$ 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 killin' verses
Yo (*##$ with me, she wearin' killer purses

Pull out that seven, MAC eleven
Pass the weapon, Versace heaven


[Hook]

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