Travi$ Scott - Upper Echelon (feat. T.I. & 2 Chainz) Lyrics
[Hook]Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (Roll up)We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)We so *****in' high, upper echelon (Damn)[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandieWave rock like Atlantic, froze like AtlanticParty at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandishShe gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bandsWalkin' through the Waldorf they know my name hereDropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same yearDon't you come around me, ain't got the time, B, nawwWatch me do the Randy, touchdownKnew how much I get, think La Flame the golden childRidin' right behind her, pull up beside herWe poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider[Hook][Verse 3: T.I.]Aight Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, niggaYou niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect or else I guarantee you'll get wetYou *****in' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest – a choppa no less than a techYou niggas want trouble in that I'm the best, they just wanna talk, I ain't finna do thatI just might pull up wherever you at, put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hatOk, hol' up, let me freezer, these niggas must have caught amnesiaMy face caught in these streets cuh, all credit, no VisaExcuse me shawty don't get me started, if yo shit sick, my shit retardedMother*****er can't see the tree but before I get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forestBoom, wait til the end of the Earth, just to get my check, interfere, get hurtHey, first thing first, this what I do: I'm a king motha*****a who the hell are you?Check suckas off top, I bet I do, Hustle Gang in it *****, you better lay down foolWe creme de la creme ***** them ***** niggas, top shelf upper echelon can't ***** with us[Hook][Verse 3: 2 Chainz]Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside meIt's a two seater, your ***** can't ride, ho I'm sorryLet's get it jumpin', call it center courtOn the loud, you can smell that scent on me in courtJust beat the case, call it Larry HolmesOn the plane with your ***** and a carry onI do it for my city, then I fly awayI can see tomorrow, I'm so high todayI told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' versesYo ***** with me, she wearin' killer pursesPull out that 7, Mac-11Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven[Hook][Travi$ Scott]La Flame, straight up!
