Yeah Yeah-Yeah, Yeah Mmm-Hmm-Hmm Mmm-Hmm-Hmm Yup, In My White Tee, Lyrics

FRANCHISE Lyrics by Travis Scott ft. Young Thug & M.I.A. is the most recent English music song composed by Travis Scott, Teddy Walton & CHASE B. FRANCHISE song lyrics are penned by Maurice Gleaton, Jamall Willingham, Gerald Tiller, Bernard Leverette, Teddy Walton, CHASE B, M.I.A., Young Thug & Travis Scott.

FRANCHISE Lyrics - Travis Scott ft. Young Thug & M.I.A.

FRANCHISE Song Detail

Singer: Travis Scott, Young Thug, M.I.A.
Composer: Travis Scott, Teddy Walton & CHASE B
Lyrics by: Maurice Gleaton, Jamall Willingham, Gerald Tiller, Bernard Leverette, Teddy Walton, CHASE B, M.I.A., Young Thug & Travis Scott

FRANCHISE Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Mmm-hmm-hmm
Mmm-hmm-hmm

Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes

Cacti’s, not no iced tea
Uh, got ’em bamboozled like I’m Spike Lee
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me
Uh, I just called up bae to get a hi-fey
Incredible, ici-ici general
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese
We been on the run, felt like a crime spree
Talk to me nicely , I seen his face
Yup, on his white tee, uh

Yeah, yeah, call the Sprite people
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see
Popped ’em in his hands, he was typin’
Caterpillar ‘Rari, I fold it, lift it up
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, “Keep the luck”
Keep the, keep the ho , RIP Pop, keep that smoke
Ayy, talk to me nicely
Keep her on the chain, that ain’t like me
Scotts with no strings, you can’t tie me
I’m higher than the plane, I’m where the Skypes be
Yeah, yep, in my slime tee
Princey in his prime, hee
Yellowbone too feisty, hee
Clean him up, no napkin, hee

Yup, in my white tee , yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
They gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes

Excuse me, si-si-si-si-si-si-si
Don’t be missin’, man, Mississippi, dip a sippy
Make him happy, make him copy
Make him get me Chippi Chippi
There’s a lot I’m goin to spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You goin’ to shootout while I spin
Trippin’ like I’m trigger happy
Salt fish, ackee, ackee, golf buggy
Kawasaki, catch a fish, Sushi, maki, livin’ life
London city, left the town , Thug and Travis be that fam

Yeah, you know that
And when they free us out, it’s gonna be film, a Kodak
Shoot me pourin’ right above the rim like Pollack
I’ve been rippin’ and runnin’, not slippin’ or slidin’, athletic tendencies
I’ve been up since, cheffin’ it, whippin’ it to the base rock, I provide the remedy
When we open gates up at Utopia
It’s like Zootopia, you see the crosses over ya
That’s how you know it’s us
At 4 A.M. I’m phonin’ ya’, not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, they way they fold and tuck

Yup, in my white tee , yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Yeah, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
Yeah on boxes of checks, not my
Checks, not my

I-I be where the fuck the light be
Bangers in the system, it’s bangers in the system
It’s ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system, it’s that, bangers in the system, it’s that
M.I.A.​



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