Biografía:
Jacques Berman Webster II (nacido el 30 de abril de 1992), mejor conocido como Travis Scott (anteriormente estilizado como "Travi $ Scott") es un rapero y productor de Missouri City, Texas, ubicado dentro del área metropolitana de Houston. Scott comenzó a producir y lanzar ritmos a través de Myspace a los 16 años.
Se mudó a Los Ángeles después de abandonar la Universidad de Texas en San Antonio después de su segundo año, adoptando el nombre de Travi $ Scott en homenaje a su tío llamado Travis
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Otras canciones:
- Goosebumps
- Sicko Mode Ft. Drake
- A Man
- Backyard
- Beibs In The Trap
- Butterfly Effect
- Close
- Coordinate
- Drugs You Should Try It
- Dubai Shit
- Eye 2 Eye
- Go Off
- High Fashion
- Huncho Jack
- Mamacita
- Maria Im Drunk
- Purple Green
- Reflex
- Serenade
- Skeletons
- Stop Trying To Be God
- Tell Me I Was Dreaming
- Watch
- Whole Lotta Lovin
- Yosemite
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Produced by O.Z & SykSense]
[Intro]
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1]
Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
F
Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high
Dm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am F
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky
Am F
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale
Dm
When you said I could make it this high
Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?
F Am F Dm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
Am F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
Dm
You ready to ride, that's true
Am F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
Dm
How Scotty entired that juice
Am
Had my back against that wall
F Dm
Every summer felt so cold
Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
F Dm
That's why my pimp game so moist
Am
Had that du-rag and all
F Dm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school
Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
F Dm
On the south side of that HOU
Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room
F Dm
No car but still had drive
Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
F Dm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
F Dm
They forever here by my side
Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
F Dm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Verse 2]
Am F
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Dm Am
Now my show's packed out like churches
F Dm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
F Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it
Am F Dm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
Am
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
Am F Dm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Am F Dm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
Am F Dm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
Am F Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
Am, F Dm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
Am F Dm Am
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
F Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Intro]
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1]
Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
F
Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high
Dm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am F
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky
Am F
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale
Dm
When you said I could make it this high
Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?
F Am F Dm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
Am F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
Dm
You ready to ride, that's true
Am F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
Dm
How Scotty entired that juice
Am
Had my back against that wall
F Dm
Every summer felt so cold
Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
F Dm
That's why my pimp game so moist
Am
Had that du-rag and all
F Dm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school
Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
F Dm
On the south side of that HOU
Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room
F Dm
No car but still had drive
Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
F Dm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
F Dm
They forever here by my side
Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
F Dm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Verse 2]
Am F
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Dm Am
Now my show's packed out like churches
F Dm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
F Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it
Am F Dm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
Am
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
Am F Dm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Am F Dm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
Am F Dm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
Am F Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
Am, F Dm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
Am F Dm Am
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
F Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
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