[Intro: Zonaman] Ya you know we gon' be aight Leaders of the new school They ain't want to let us in but they had to Trav tell 'em what it is Zonaman in the building
[Hook: Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q] Ok, ok, ok Already know it's gon' be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon' blow like the wind Should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok Should have never let us niggas in Should have never, should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok
[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Let's get this shit lit poured right Need my drugs alright Call my bitch up she gon' suck this dick four ways Four ways, now it's time to pay Need my money now, not tomorrow need that shit today Ok, Ok, Ok Now it's bombs away Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve them candy canes Ok, ok, bouncing on La Flame put you up on game Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little Them bitches scared them bitches scareeee-oooh yea
[Hook: Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q] Ok, ok, ok Already know it's gon' be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon' blow like the wind Should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok, ok Should have never let us niggas in Should have never, should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q & Travi$ Scott] Bottom bitch say ho! Know you on top when the top get floored Crib where the cop won't go Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice Tell a bitch get right make a nigga miss that flight Can a nigga hit that twice Should have never let us niggas in Got my first M 2012 Now a hundred K in the mail Free another hommie on bail Money low her pussy gon' sell Tryna tell me money ain't shit When you tried to tell me water won't whip When you tried to say this quarter won't flip Since Snoop who the other rich crip How Groovy get the Pringle man chip Walk on with a twenty yard clip Walk on while a real nigga limp Black nigga green grass no golf So on turn the satellite off from the set Feel like I died on that cross hang on
[Hook: Travi$ Scott & Schoolboy Q] Ok, ok, ok Already know it's gon' be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon' blow like the wind Should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok Should have never let us niggas in Should have never, should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok