Travis Scott — The Ends Demo

[Verse 1: Travis Scott] Okay, I got it, copy 20/20 but I can't see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make 'em drop me Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies No, that weren't my girl, that was just a hobby Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles Right up at your hood up north Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on you [Chorus: Travis Scott] They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, I'm a dog with the dog pound Oh yeah, La Flame checkin' in with the heat now Oh yeah, havin' to eat now Oh yeah, you went Whiteside on the rebound Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, running through the 713 with the check Our necks iced out got a whole lotta bet, yeah Hit it from the don whole lotta young respect Oh yeah, copping hella dome on my jet Oh yeah, god dammit got a whole new collect Yeah, yeah, I've been sipping got my home in a wreck Oh yeah, I'ma do the deal now In the ends we might come and kick the door down Oh yeah, when I follow through you oh now Oh yeah, she gon' hit the damn C note when I pull up on you