Nothing but Net - Travis Scott

I might use the bitch for a cook

I might use the bitch for a shooter

But used to was a rooster

Aye, blat

Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side

We don’t play that shit

Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin'

Later we gon' play that shit

It’s all good, it’s alright

Plenty bitches down to ride

And if it all goes down

ABC, about to cum

She like children on her tum'

I come red like I’m a narc

Inhalin' kush with my lungs

Covered in green like a fuckin' iguana

End of the day I’m the mo’fuckin' boss

Like the fuckin' your honor

I got Travi$ Scott inside the spot

And he leanin' like a mothafucka

I feed bitches rocks, and load the Glocks

And now she feinin' like a mothafucka

Her ass fat so she teasin' like a mothafucka

Booty call, nigga greasier than a mothafucka

Hey, I wanna eat the little mothafucka

Icy water, Fiji, mothafucka

Nothin' but net

Nothin' but net

Nothin' but net

Nothin' but net

Last call, last call for the weed and alcohol

Last call for you to slip out them drawers

Girl I need it right now, get your ass in this stall

We ain’t got time to stall

These niggas got me pissed off

Sippin' so long, girl I’m pissin' Cristal

Sippin' and swervin'

My words don’t know if I crashed into a pool or her jaw

Pops never home, left a long term

On the back when a lil' nigga had to sit and deal with

Loner turned rock star, nigga, under the moon

Got the world in my palm, 'bout to rub her pussy with it

When you dominate it come with digits

Let her see the Tempur-Pedic

Bend it over, beat it, skeet it

Then delete it, then repeat it

Then repeat it, then she told me…