[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end
[Travis Scott:]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Tell the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end
[Travis Scott:]
Bicentennial men
Put the city on the slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams
And she did it on cam
Wasn’t no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don’t pick, I just choose
I don’t send pics, I just shoot
Chopper gettin’ screwed
I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God
He the one who put me on top
Can’t be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep
Tryna run down, shit’s deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep
Back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Tell the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can’t take no L’s
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain’t gon’ sell?
Hand me the H, I’ll sell
She said “I got it, nigga”
I said “I ain’t gon’ tell”
Buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale
I’m sick of the drank (the drankin’)
The flippin’ of paint (paint, yeah)
Grippin’ the grain (grain, yeah)
Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon’ flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Tell the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Juice WRLD:]
The party never ends
[Travis Scott:]
Family function, I ain’t no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned ’em into Ms
Why you tryna make amends?
What’s that smell? It’s heaven-scent
Like I drop shit out the wind
Dodgin’ hella sins
I can’t go back there again
Now the dogs ain’t civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can’t see my suns
Like the light don’t hit this eye
In the function and I’m fried
It’s the drop is not a drop
When they open wide
It’s a ride, right?
[Sheck Wes:]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin’ in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)