TraviS Scott - Upper Echelon lyrics

rate me

Pull out the south

Pull out the ride

We so high, upper echelon

We so fucking high, upper echelon

Pull out the south

Pull out the ride

We so high, upper echelon

We so fucking high, upper echelon

Dozing off them … just popped a band

Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like a lion

Party at the fix, damn that's so outlandish

She gonna make it clap, clap, throw them bands

Walking through the ward off, they know my name

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

Don't you come around me, ain't got the time

Watch me do the Randy, touchdown

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

Riding right behind her, pull up beside her

We popping champagne, damn you apple cider

Pull out the south

Pull out the ride

We so high, upper echelon

We so fucking high, upper echelon

You niggas are mad, I swear you best show some respect

Or else I guarantee you'll get wet

You fucking with us, I suggest you invest in a vest

A chopper no less than a tech

You nigga want trouble, then that you will get

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, hold up, let me freeze up

These niggas must have caught amnesia

My face caught in these streets, A1 credit, no Visa

Excuse me shorty, don't get me started

If your shit sick, my shit retarded

Motherfucker can't see the tree for the forest

Get wrong, get shot then leave ‘em in the forest

Wait till the end of the Earth

Just to get my check and a fear to get hurt

First thing first, this what I do

I'm a king motherfucker, who the hell are you?

Chip suckers off top, I bet I do

Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool

We crème de la crème, fuck them fuck niggas

Top chef, upper echelon, can't fuck with us

Pull out the south

Pull out the ride

We so high, upper echelon

We so fucking high, upper echelon

Pull up in the ‘Rrari, my hoe beside me

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

Let's get it jumping, 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 killing verses

Your bitch with me, she wearing killer purses

Pull out that seven, mac eleven

Pass the weapon, Versace heaven

Pull out the south

Pull out the ride

We so high, upper echelon

We so fucking high, upper echelon