Dangerous World (Feat. Travis Scott & YG)

Mustard on the beat, hoe Chorus: Travis Scott Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade yah Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good yah She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods it's lit Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks Is your hair done Is your bills paid When you outside, do you feel safe If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups, I can take home yah, yah Verse 1: YG & Travis Scott Act up in the bay like Draymond it's lit I might need my money like Faizon Ey, Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ey, ey, ey Bust it, bust it down, bust it down Ay, ay, bust it down, bust it down Ay, ay, bust it down, bust it down YG come around, bitch, you gotta bust it down Bust it down, bust it down Ay, bust it down, bust it down Ay, bust it down, bust it down When Travis come around, bitch, you better bust it down Chorus: Travis Scott & YG Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade yah Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good yah She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods it's lit Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks Is your head done Is your bills paid When you outside, do you feel safe If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups 4Hunnid, I can take home Verse 2: YG Do you cook clean Do you fuck good If I hit it right, is you gonna let me know what's good You gon' let me hit the first night I think you should I'm in the pussy like bam-bam, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, hell nah, I ain't no rookie I ain't no rookie Ayy, I bang Bloods in that pussy In that pussy Ayy, turn the lights off, I don’t want you lookin' want you lookin' Tight pussy, her virginity, think I took it ayy, ayy Fuck all that foreplay that foreplay Ayy, what's up with that Treyway with that Treyway Aye, that threesome, girl, I don't play girl, I don't play Ayy, beat it up, that's a melee G-63, I swerve on 'em swerve, swerve, swerve First pitch at the Dodger, can't curve on 'em curve, curve, curve YG, I don't give a fuck, you got some nerve, don't ya nerve, nerve, nerve I'm out on bail, how you feel Go to hell, uh Chorus: Travis Scott Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade yah Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good yah She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods it's lit Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks Is your head done Is your bills paid When you outside, do you feel safe If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups, I can take home