Travi Scott Vodka Lyrics
Vodka by Travi$ Scott
Little vodka and juice
Yeah, yup, yup, yup
Okay, alright
It's time right now
Go live (it's lit)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
Pop it at your noggin', like you keep it comin'
Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics
Drop the check deposit, young and [?], yeah
Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' the profit
Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
Hit the bitch I'm gone, have to keep it movin' goin' way up
Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it (yeah)
Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling
Picture with me bitch, I'm on a milli'
Know I rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission
And I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
Yeah, London gon' make a killin'
Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
I be with my dog, call him Toto
Please, no fuckin' photos
Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best yeah
Pickin' through these bitches leave the rest yeah
Okay, alright (yeah)
It's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (yeah, nah, for real)
Bank, bank account loaded up with zero
Poppin' Percocet in the Matrix feelin' like Neo
Fully loaded chopper, I could shot you through the peephole (peephole)
Never goin' out sad, beefin' 'bout a P.O
Got a baddest bitch around with me, I don't even see hoe
Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole
Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos
I just want the cheese like Cheeto
Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate
I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it
I ran the miles on all my bitches, I'm throwin', they catchin' it
Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it
Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it
Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage
Me and cuz sittin' in traffic
Okay, alright (yeah)
It's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (yeah, nah, for real)
Yeah, yup, yup, yup
Okay, alright
It's time right now
Go live (it's lit)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
Pop it at your noggin', like you keep it comin'
Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics
Drop the check deposit, young and [?], yeah
Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' the profit
Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
Hit the bitch I'm gone, have to keep it movin' goin' way up
Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it (yeah)
Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling
Picture with me bitch, I'm on a milli'
Know I rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission
And I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
Yeah, London gon' make a killin'
Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
I be with my dog, call him Toto
Please, no fuckin' photos
Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best yeah
Pickin' through these bitches leave the rest yeah
Okay, alright (yeah)
It's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (yeah, nah, for real)
Bank, bank account loaded up with zero
Poppin' Percocet in the Matrix feelin' like Neo
Fully loaded chopper, I could shot you through the peephole (peephole)
Never goin' out sad, beefin' 'bout a P.O
Got a baddest bitch around with me, I don't even see hoe
Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole
Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos
I just want the cheese like Cheeto
Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate
I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it
I ran the miles on all my bitches, I'm throwin', they catchin' it
Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it
Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it
Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage
Me and cuz sittin' in traffic
Okay, alright (yeah)
It's time, right now
Go live (it's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (yeah, nah, for real)