Travis Scott

Travis Scott es un rapero, compositor y productor musical estadounidense que nació el 30 de abril de 1991 en Houston, Texas. Ha lanzado cuatro álbumes de estudio, entre ellos Rodeo, Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight y Astroworld, que han tenido éxito comercial y crítico. También ha colaborado con artistas como Kanye West, Quavo y The Weeknd. Es conocido por sus espectáculos en vivo llenos de energía y efectos visuales.

En activo desde: 2012
Género: Hip hop, rap alternativo, trap psicodélica
Miembros: Travis Scott
Ex miembros: Ninguno
Origen: Houston, Texas, Estados Unidos
Estado: Activo

Rodeo (2015)

Don’t you open up that window Don’t you let out that antidote (Yeah!) Poppin’ pills is all we know (Ooh!) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!). Antidote

Made it to L.A., yeah Finally in L.A., yeah Lookin’ for the weed though Tryna make my own dough. Maria I’m Drunk

She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley (Honestly, God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties. 90210

Bandana wrapped-wrapped ’round your head The bandana wrapped ’round your head Fuck niggas, they scared Ain’t nobody triller than me. 3500

No monogamy, ménage with me Pornography surrounding me You get high with me, you come down with me That’s all I need in my fantasy. Pornography

Party on a Sunday (That was fun!) Do it all again on Monday (One more time!) Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!) I might do it all again (That’s boss shit). Antidote

Twelve more hours left for us in a day Call your friends and let’s get drunk I’ve been drinkin’ all day, I’ve been floatin’ all day (Hey, ooh) Call your friends and let’s get drunk, hey. Maria I’m Drunk

Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on a Addy 50 on a chain, another 50 on a Caddy, oh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley. 90210

Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of ’em (Only trill niggas I know) Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it. 3500

You remind me of my ex, crazy love We designed our love around the drugs We both in this club, we both tryna fuck I’ma rub a dub, tryna get a nut. Pornography

She just want the coco (Cocaína!) I just want dinero (Dinero) Who that at the front door? (Who that is?) If it’s the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don’t let ’em in, shhh!). Antidote

Damn, girl, I’ll be up late If you want, you can meet me at the studio (You can meet me at the studio) Call your friends and let’s get drunk Yeah, I’ve been drinkin’ all night. Maria I’m Drunk

Yeah, my granny called, she said, “Travie, you work too hard I’m worried you’ll forget about me” I’m falling in and out of clouds, don’t worry, I’ma get it, Granny. 90210

Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!) It’s trill niggas, where it’s trill niggas, a whole army of ’em (Woo!). 3500

Wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga Niggas in the bushes in the farms Might gotta rake up a nigga. Pornography

Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight (2016)

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried ’bout those comments. Goosebumps

I pour a four up (ooh, ooh) I call your hoe up (yahhh) Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck) I just went, got my dough up (I just went, got my dough up) Pullin’ off and I’m gone (skrrt, skrrt). Pick Up the Phone

Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah!) Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy (Yeah, yeah) Help it, peace, peace, peace to– (Yeah!) Bite me, ride me (Yeah!) Strike me, indict me. Beibs in the Trap

Stroke my cactus (It’s lit) Ooh, don’t wait (Yeah) Mhm, don’t play (Yeah, yeah) Play no games like the NBA (Brr) Throwin’ checks like the NBA (Brr). through the late night

Ain’t makin’ friends, we just makin’ hobbies (yah) No, that weren’t my girl, that was just a hobby (yah, yah) Call up 50, tell ’em load up the lobby. the ends

7-1-3 Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I’m ridin’, why they on me? Why they on me? I’m flyin’, sippin’ low-key I’m sippin’ low-key in Onyx, rider, rider. Goosebumps

Never will I cheat on you (yahhh) Never will I commit treason Blowin’ a bag on you (yahhh) Do all of that for no reason. Pick Up the Phone

Pulled out of the hood Toyota Drove back to the hood, Lambo (Ooh) Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda Riding around the city with my eyes closed. Beibs in the Trap

Ah, save all, take it right, Ah, take it all, never light, Ah, had a ball, had a night, Ah, after all, sleep good. through the late night

X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue (press it, press it, press the issue) We ain’t sendin’ shots, we launchin’ missiles (yah) Right up at your hood up north. the ends

Yeah, we gon’ do some things, some things you can’t relate Yeah, ’cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay Oh, you can’t go, oh, I don’t know. Goosebumps

Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr) I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit) I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up) I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah). Pick Up the Phone

Got a black girl rolling off molly Got a white bitch snorting up snow Say she want real niggas in the party Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo. Beibs in the Trap

Yeah-ah, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi (Straight up) The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (Yuh) Shawty—yeah—on the scene, yeah (Yeah) Pull up on the scene, yeah (Yeah). through the late night

They don’t want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Eh-hey!. the ends

Astroworld (2018)

Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes. SICKO MODE

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, got me stargazin’ (Yeah) Sippin’ on purp, feelin’ like the Barre Baby (It’s lit) Whatever I downed, it got me goin’ crazy (Yah) Psychedelics got me goin’ crazy (Alright). STARGAZING

Now that I’m home, back off the road We shut it down, where it ain’t so With checks in the streets, Jay number fours Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes. YOSEMITE

You gotta watch out where you rock ’cause shit get real Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals. CAN’T SAY

For this life, I cannot change (Change) Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main) M&M’s, sweet like candy cane (Cane) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang. Butterfly Effect

Ride for it every night Visions and these angles tight Truth be told, I never try Diamonds are the wife of life. STOP TRYING TO BE GOD

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose. SICKO MODE

I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah) Then a storm came in and saved my life Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up) Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night. STARGAZING

Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest. YOSEMITE

I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby, she just wanna drill The vibe’s too wavy, it’s too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real. CAN’T SAY

Drop the top, play hide and seek (Yeah!) Jump inside, jump straight to the league (League) Take a sip, feel just how I be (It’s lit!) On freeway, but no, ain’t nothin’ free. Butterfly Effect

‘Cause they did not create commandments (Ooh-ooh) When you hustle, always make it fancy (Ooh-ooh) The signal’s far from what you can be (Ooh-ooh) ‘Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah. STOP TRYING TO BE GOD

We ain’t even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose Who put this shit together? I’m the glue. SICKO MODE

On tour, we’ll tell ’em, we brought the section (Gang) They keep on callin’ up, it’s getting hectic (Brrt) Like we projected So we cut the plug, he’s interjected. STARGAZING

I went to school where they teach you finesse Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk Know the coupe fast when it end with a S. YOSEMITE

No, you can’t say if I’m mad or not Smokin’ hella weed, I’m on the alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off. CAN’T SAY

All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (Yeah!) All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It’s lit!). Butterfly Effect

If I love her, I’ma pass on her First rule of war, you find an act on her You can’t win a trophy or a plaque off her But never turn your back on her. STOP TRYING TO BE GOD

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