Travis Scott — Trill Mode

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, nah-nah, ayy Why you want my fame? It's in the change Ridin' in my coupe, why you want my fame? I know it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my Ayy, fever Hey, fever (Turn the auto-tune up) Diamonds on my lean though, sanity Diamonds on my fever Why you in my seat? Diamonds on my fever, yeah, sanity [Verse] Can we beat the odds, even when we pray But shit still be goin' wrong I've been movin' late, in my place I can't keep calm Everythin' we say, promises I can't keep on They know where we from, from tats on my face and arm 713 code, now they all go trill mode Ice my teeth, my ears, now my tongue feel froze If we see a lick, we gon' hit it, yeah, I go I don't need your bitch, I got fifty-four mo' Keep it in her lip, she gon' lick the snow globe My hand on my hip, grippin' on the bankroll Took her on a trip, snatched her off the damn pole