[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Kid Cudi]

We see the hype outside (Yeah)

Right from the house, uh

Took it straight from outside (Yeah)

Straight to the couch (Mmm)

We put the mic outside (Yeah)

Air this shit out, uh (Mmm)

You lettin’ THE SCOTTS outside (Yeah)

We runnin’ the scouts (Mmm)

Ain’t no controllin’ the gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

They never leave (Mmm)

I got tats over my veins (Yeah)

‘Cause that what I bleed (Mmm)

She drink a lot of the bourbon (Yeah)

Like she from the street (Mmm)

We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh (Yeah, mmm)

We heard that your wave went dry (Yeah)

We floodin’ the drought, uh (Mmm)

Heard that your hood outside (Yeah)

We added some routes (Mmm)

We havin’ the goods outside (Mmm)

Move it in and out (Mmm)

You lettin’ THE SCOTTS outside (Mmm)

We runnin’ the scouts

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]

Nigga, the cops outside (Yeah)

Lock up the house (Yeah, yeah)

We keep the team on high (Huh)

Some gold in they mouth (Yeah, yeah)

Nigga, the Porsche outside (Huh)

Without the top (Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah)

She want a mimosa-sa (Yeah)

Bring in the shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell these phony bitches, “Beat it”

With that Photoshoppin’ body, Adobe, help me

She in there makin’ panini

She know I got all the bread, she know me, got it

I’m a hustler, I’m in business

It’s been a minute since my niggas been on it, howdy (Huh, huh)

Cleveland boy, he make ’em pay

It’s that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey

Headed for somewhere to go, anyone, send ’em up, these days

Niggas don’t know where to go, gotta keep givin’ em heat, heat (Yeah)

Time we go double though, time to add up the math, math

And I been dealin’ with so many things, havin’ so many dreams

[Outro: Travis Scott]

Let’s go