[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end



[Travis Scott:]

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm saying

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



[Sheck Wes:]

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (yeah)



[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end



[Travis Scott:]

Bicentennial men

Put the city on the slam

She get trippy off Xans

Lost 21 grams

And she did it on cam

Wasn't no video dance

Make my own rules

I really don't pick, I just choose

I don't send pics, I just shoot

Chopper gettin' screwed

I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze

Put it on God

He the one who put me on top

Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps

Never got the move on the drop

Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep

Tryna run down, shit's deep

Gotta act a fool with the squad

Next city, no sleep

Back to the 713



Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm saying

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



[Sheck Wes:]

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (yeah)



[Travis Scott:]

Heartbreak hotel, bet you can't take no L's

Plug like AOL

Who say that I ain't gon' sell?

Hand me the H, I'll sell

She said "I got it, nigga"

I said "I ain't gon' tell"

Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale

I'm sick of the drank (the drankin')

The flippin' of paint (paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (grain, yeah)

Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)

My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah)

Got your bitch on the plane



Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm saying

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



[Sheck Wes:]

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (yeah)



[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends



[Sheck Wes:]

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (yeah)



[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends



[Travis Scott:]

Family function, I ain't no friends

Had a line around my ends

Turned 'em into Ms

Why you tryna make amends?

What's that smell? It's heaven-scent

Like I drop shit out the wind

Dodgin' hella sins

I can't go back there again

Now the dogs ain't civilized

Take the one, feel vilified

You can't see my suns

Like the light don't hit this eye

In the function and I'm fried

It's the drop is not a drop

When they open wide

It's a ride, right?



[Sheck Wes:]

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (bitch)

f**k the club up, f**k the club up

They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!

f**k the club up, f**k the club up (yeah)