Plank

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Don Toliver]

No, you can't say if I'm mad or not

Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol

And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out

What would you do if you heard I got it going on?

I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)

Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)

I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)

You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real

Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel

Gotta take a long drive up the hill

Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals

I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft

Chicago baby, she just wanna drill

The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill

Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real

[Interlude: Don Toliver & Fat Pat]

Uh-huh, yeah

Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left

Oh, yeah

Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip

Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]

You can't say if I'm mad or nah

Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol

And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out

What would you do if you heard I got it burning out?

I let it burn, skrrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)

Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)

I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)

You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]

You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in

Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'

You know I hit in the morning, oh, yeah, she yawning

I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothing

Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mhm, no—no discussion

Sipping on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me

I beat it ain't no cuddling, you down bad, you suffering

I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this

Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup

Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut

Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher

You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude: Fat Pat]

Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left

Pop—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip

Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left

Pop—pop my trunk, dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

No, you can't say if I'm mad or not

Smokin' hella weed, I'm on the alcohol

And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out

What would you do if you heard I got it going on?

I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip

Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed

I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high, above the rim

You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film