Travis Scott

Travis Scott - Upper Echelon lyrics

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Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so f**kin' high, upper echelon



(Straight up) Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so f**kin' high, upper echelon damn!



Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie

Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic

Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish (Straight up)

She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands

Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here

Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year

Don't you come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)

Watch me do the Randy, touchdown

Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child

Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her

We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider



Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so f**kin' high, upper echelon damn!



Aight Travi' lets get it

Hustle Gang nigga! You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect

Or else I guarantee you'll get wet

You f**kin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest

A choppa no less than a tech

You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best

They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that

I just might pull up wherever you at

Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat

OK, hol' up, let me freeze up

These niggas must have caught amnesia

My face caught in these streets cuh

A1 credit, no Visa

Excuse me shawty don't get me started

If yo shit sick, my shit retarded

Motherf**ker can't see the tree but before I

Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest, gone

Wait til the end of the Earth

Just to get my check and bear get hurt

First thing first, this what I do

I'm a king motherf**ker who the hell are you?

Jet suckas off top, I bet I do

Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool

We creme de la creme f**k them f**k niggas

Top shelf upper echelon can't f**k with us



Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so f**kin' high, upper echelon damn!



2 Chainz! Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me

It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry

Let's get it jumpin', call it center court

On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court

Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes

On the plane with your (Bitch in a carry on!)

I do it for my city, then I fly away

I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today

I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses

Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses

Pull out that seven, MAC eleven

Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven



Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)

We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)

We so f**kin' high, upper echelon damn! (La Flame straight up)
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