FRANCHISE es una canción de Travis Scott y Young Thug que se estrena .

LETRA

‘Franchise’

Yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm-mhmm

Yup, in my white tee

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please

Uh, they gon’ wipe you before you wipe me

Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)

Got ’em bamboozled like I’m Spike Lee (Ah)

You need more than Google just to find me (Ah)

I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

Incredible, ici ici general

I just start the label just to sign me

Me and Chase connected like we Siamese

We’ve been on the run, feel like a crime spree

Talk to me nicely (Yeah!)

I seen his face, I seen it

Yup, on his white tee (Let’s go)

Yeah

Yeah, call the Sprite people (Call ’em, hol’ on)

Private flight to France, tryna sightsee (On a private flight)

Popped ’em in his hands, he was typing

Caterpillar ‘Rari, I fold it lift it up

I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Aye)

Ran up twenty million, told the devil, “Keep the luck”

Keep that, keep that hoe, RIP Pop

Keep the smoke, aye (Slatt)

Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)

Keep her on a chain, that ain’t like me (That ain’t like me)

Scott’s with no strings you can’t tie me (With the, hold on)

I’m higher than the plane, I’m where the Skypes be (Doo, doo-doo, hee)

Yup, in my slime tee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)

Princey in his prime, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)

Yellowbone too feisty, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)

Clean him up, no napkin, heee

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah!)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please (It’s lit)

They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me

Unboxing my checks not my Nikes

Ooooo…

‘Scuse me

Zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi

Don’t be missing in Mississippi

Dip a sippy, make ’em happy, make ’em copy

Make ’em get me chippy chippy

There’s a lot I’m gon’ spend

Tell me when you need me to pull up

You gon’ shoot out while I spin

Tripping like I’m trigger happy

Salt fish, ackee ackee, golf buggy

Kawasaki, catch a fish

Sushi Maki, living life

London City, left the town

Thug and Travis be that fam

Yeah, yeah, you know that (Slatt)

And when they free us out, gon’ be a film

A Kodak (Yeah!)

Shoot me pouring right Above The Rim

Like Pollack

I’ve been ripping and running, not slipping or sliding

Athletic tendencies

I’ve been up chefing it, whipping it to the base rock

I provide the remedy (Let’s go)

When we open gates up at Utopia (It’s lit!)

It’s like Zootopia

You see the crosses over ya (Yeah!)

That’s how you know it’s us

At 4 AM, I’m phoning ya

Not for no shoulder rub

Them Jackboys open cleaners up

The way they fold and tuck

Yup, in my white tee

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please

Yeah, they gon’ wipe you before you wipe me

Yeah, unboxing the checks not my–

Checks not my–

I be where the f*** that light be

Bangers in the system, it’s

Bangers in the system, it’s

Ancient Anunnaki

Bangers in the system, it’s that

Bangers in the system, it’s that

M.I.A.