Overdue (feat. Travis Scott) - Metro Boomin, The Weeknd & 21 Savage

(Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis) Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021- She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley (Honestly, God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy, mm (hahaha) Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley (baby's hooked on feeling low) Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (I gotta tell ya) Ooh, aah Ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard I'm worried you forget about me" I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh What happened? Now my daddy happy Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now Friends turning into fraud niggas Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys Smiling at 'em laughing at me I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down" Now you know you love your own now Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now Whole crew, I swear they counting on me Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me Houses on me, he got them ounces on him Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga

Don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote (yeah) Poppin' pills is all we know (ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (ooh) So don't you open up that window (ooh) Don't you let out that antidote, yeah Party on a Sunday (that was fun) Do it all again on Monday (one more time) Spent the check on a weekend (oh my God) I might do it all again (that's boss shit) I just hit a three peat (ooh) Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry) I don't do no old hoes (oh, no, no) My nigga, that's a no-no (straight up) She just want the coco (cocaina) I just want dinero (paper hunt) Who that at the front door? (Who that is?) If it's the feds, oh-no-no-no (don't let 'em in, shhh) Don't you open up that window (yah) Don't you let out that antidote (yah, ooh) Poppin' pills is all we know (yah) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (in the back) It's lowkey at the night show (ooh) Ayy, ooh, ooh At the night show (ooh-ooh-ooh) At the night show (higher) At the night show (ooh-ooh-ooh) Ooh, at the night show (get lit, my nigga) Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show (yah) Everything can happen at the night show (ooh) Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show (ooh) At the night show (ooh) Your bitch not at home, she at the night show, ooh (straight up) Fuckin' right, hoe (ooh) Had to catch a flight for the night show (ooh) Let's get piped though Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light though (syke) I ain't got no type, though Only got one night though, we can do it twice though It's lit at the night show (ooh) At the night show (ooh) At the night show (ooh) At the night show At the night show Everything can happen at the night show (ooh) At the night show Anything can happen at the night show (ooh) Stackin' up day to day Young nigga, you know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga They hatin', they stinkin', they waitin' Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin' Lord, I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan Callin' me crazy on different occasions Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages 'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient Over my niggas and these kids my ages Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated Like these two bitches that might be related H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one It's late night, got a late show If you wanna roll, I got a place where Poppin' pills is all we know (ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) Don't go through the front door (through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (ooh) So don't you open up that window (ooh) Don't you let out that antidote

Yeah Tensions is definitely rising T'd up right now T time, T time T time, T time, T time Teatime like I got a cup of this shit Tee time like golf at a quarter to six I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit You talk to the cops on some therapist shit You act like you love this American shit But, really, the truth is you scared of the six Yeah, you scared of the six Yeah, you scared of the six Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke Now you wanna go and inherit that shit Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit The weapons we got are some terrorist shit Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit She askin' for bread for her parents and shit I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit I pull out a million and stare at the shit My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit My schedule is out, come spin us, for real Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (ah) And they scared of the seven (seven) After one-three then we turn up eleven (yeah) Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (it's lit) Me at the house, I got seven in heaven They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit She inching my way and she started confessing I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey" Connect collect calls right off of the celly Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli I got the juice, now it's heavy (juice) Always on t-time, been ready (t, ah), yeah Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned, let's go) Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (wrap, cheese) Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs) Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (nah) Is you fucking crazy? (what?) Is you fucking crazy? (nah, nah) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fuckin'— Is you fuckin'— Is you fucking crazy? I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (couple, maybe) Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes) I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (have the baby) I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (in Walmart) Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (woo) Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (woo) Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it) Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (ooh) Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (fuckin' crazy) Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (straight up) Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah) We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (it's lit) Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (blickey, blickey, blickey) She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? Yeah Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fuckin'— Is you fuckin'— Is you fucking crazy?

Every night, I look up in the sky And the stars are all there But when I look for you, you're never there Explorer, are you out there,there, there, there We had to spread out the word (mm) I was too damn determined, back when we needed refurbish I was on top with no service, watch as they all playin' verses They in the bushes, they lurkin', might gotta call the insurgents She wanna fuck with a purpose, I gotta juggle my urges Gotta couple departments, closet built like a department Double up cup of the Bourbon how I give all of my sermons Yeah, we still (still) do things down to detail Diva and the Devil, both them bad as He-ell They get quiet when he yell (he yell) Can't silent my people You locked in the prequel, meet me at the festie-viel (viel) Festie-vial (vial) Foo, foo Now I got your attention (look out), it's wide and beatin' (look out) Vile this evenin' (look out), you never leavin' (look, look, look, look, look, Look) Clock out, we sneak in (look, look, look, look, Look) All the demons need a reason (out) Up from 2am to two in the afternoon (look out) It's a festival right in my room (look out) Soon as the Sun up, you know that we doom (look out) Mariposa, we out to Cancun (look out) We gon' hustle more just before we out the room (look out) Back outside, it ain't no time for zoom's (look out) One point two, that's a whole lot of more Vroom (look out) Three point two, that's a whole lot of whole lotta (look out) It's live, remember days that I couldn't get by There outside, they come with it inside, now Now your venue, we gotta resize I can't give all this credit to Colgate By the way I be rentin' the smile (look out, look out) I know sometimes I be in denial (look out, look out) I know sometimes I be in the wild (look out, look out) How I rockin' the, rockin' the, ah I thought we were going to 'utopia What makes you say this isn't 'utopia I mean, I don't know, isn't it supposed to be some perfect destination This is just your hotel room Yeah, it looks perfect to me

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta

Just come outside, for the night (Yeah) Take your time, get your light (Yeah) Shawty giant, huh-uh I been out geekin' Bitch Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien' (Yeah), fien', fien', fien' The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah) I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch) It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah) I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah) But I'm sippin', not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit) I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mm, let's go) Oh my God, that bitch bite (That bitch bite) But alright (Alright), tryna vibe (Tryna vibe like this) In the night, come alive Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't-ain't— Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien' Syrup, woah, what? What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What? (Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah) (Yeah, hol' up, yeah) Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (Shit) Yeah, you try to come 'round 'bout this shit, they poppin' ya tires, hol' up (Shit) Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock 'em on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hol' up) Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (Hol' up) I been goin' crazy, shawty, I been handlin' these bands She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go— Fien', fien' (Yeah, talm 'bout), fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh, what?) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Talkin' bout, talm 'bout, let's go) I just been icin' my hoes I just been drippin' my ho (Drippin' my ho) This is a whole 'nother level, shawty I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes) I put this bitch on the road She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me sum', hol' up, hol' up I got flows for days, these niggas ain't know nun', hol' up, hol' up Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (Bitch-ass) Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't get it to cold, uh, hol' up, yeah (Wow) Fien', fien', fien' (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double 0, Cactus, shit we towed up, this shit how we told 'em (Skrrt, skrrt) Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It's lit, hol' up, slatt) Everything lit, hol' up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

Yo Traigo a las shortys fumando mari Y moviendo el booty con este flow Ando bien hot y vi que en tu story Tás en el mismo party que yo No vienes sola, tampoco yo Eres felona, yo soy felón Tú eres la chola que me reacciona Y baila mis rolas en el TikTok Íngale, qué buena chinga Le andaba arrimándole cuando era de mi ganao Báilale, muévele, zúmbale, grábale, pósale con el culito parao Bien trabajao, no es operao Yo lo he mirao, lo he tocao y lo he chupao Yo la he tenido durmiendo a mi lao Por eso aseguro que se lo he escuchao Como soy perro, también lo he olfateao Como en las porno, me la he fornicao Soy el pasado que no ha superado El maldito malvado que más la ha tosqueado Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Pa-papi, ya súbeme en la Mini Me pongo muy caliente si me ves moviendo el booty, booty Pa-papi, yo sé bien lo que quieres Muchas te lo mueven y tú quieres de esta shorty, shorty Se ve que tú tienes la intención de pegarme un culeadón Y si no es en el fiestón, no No hay pex, ya miré a tu mujer Y sabes que también con las morras me prendo Saco lo maniacona cuando me pega la molly Me pongo más horny si me grabas para el Only No hay quién se resista cuando lo mueve la Kelly Mi culito natural otra vez se fue de trendy Y la que soporte, ahí me saludan a Karely Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Su pretendiente ni la divierte Se ve, en caliente, que no es felón Ella es candente y vive sonriente Mientras le avienten su cogidón ¿Se mira alegre?, yo creo que no ¿Anda contenta?, yo veo que no Esa coqueta ocupa la meta Toda completa en su corazón Creo que el amigo ni se la ha cogido O es muy aburrido porque yo la miro Y no ha sonreído por ningún motivo Desde que nos vimos cuando ella llegó Pa las ninfómanas soy garañón Pa las rufianas: viejo bribón Ah, pa las gatas engatusador Pero pa ti soy el pinche pelón Con tu bombón metido en la mente Qué buena suerte volver a toparte Sinceramente, vine a decirte Yo solo quiero verte sonriente Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari