Travis Scott, Young Thug & M.I.A. – FRANCHISE lyrics

Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes

Cacti, not no iced tea
Uh, got ’em bamboozled like I’m Spike Lee
You need more than Google just to find me
I just called up baby, get a hi-fey
Incredible, ici-ici general

I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese
We been on the run, felt like a crime spree
Talk to me nicely, I seen his face, seen it
Yup, on his white tee, uh

Yeah, yeah, call the Sprite people
Private flight to France, tryna sight see
Popped ’em in his hands, he was typin’
Caterpillar ‘Rari, I fold it, lift it up
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup
Ran up twenty million, told the devil keep the luck

Keep the, keep the ho, R.I.P. Pop, keep thAT smoke
Ayy, talk to me nicely
Keep her on the chain, that ain’t like me
Scotts with no strings, you can’t tie me
Yeah, I’m higher than the plane, I’m where the skypes be
Yeah, yep, in my slime tee
Princey in his prime, hee
Yellowbone too fesity, hee
Clean him up, no napkin, hee

Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes

Excuse me, si-si-si-si-si-si-si
Don’t be Mississippi, dip a sippy
Make ’em happy, make ’em copy
Make ’em get me chippy-chippy
There’s a lot I’m goin to spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You goin’ to shootout while I spin
Trippin’ like I’m trigger happy
Salt fish, ackee, ackee, golf buggy
Kawasaki, сatch a fish, Sushi Maki, livin’ life
London city left the town, Thug and Travis be that fam

Yeah, you know that
And when they free us out
It’s gonna be film, a Kodak
Shoot me pourin’ right above the rim like Pollack
I’ve been rippin’ and running
Not slippin’ or slidin’, athletic tendenies
I’ve been up chefin’ it, whippin’ it to the base rock
I provide the remedy
When we open gates up at Utopia
It’s like Zootopia, you see the crosses over ya’
That’s how you know it’s us
At 4AM I’m phonin’ ya’, not for no shoulder rub
Them Jackboys open cleaners up
They way they fold and tuck

Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Yeah, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
Yeah on boxes of checks, not my
Checks, not my

I be where the f**k the light be
Bangers in the system
It’s bangers in the system
It’s ancient Anunnaki