Quintana - Travis Scott, Meek Mill

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana

Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope, straight from Mexico call her Quintana

Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo

If you disrespect the dope…

Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope

Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float

Everytime we step into 10ak, they tweaking off the coke

Fuck I’m out my mind, I’m burning bread so much let’s have a toast

My niggas and momma know that if I wasn’t here, nigga I’d be dead

Now I’m in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling

'Member when I never ever made shit?

Now me and my niggas rocking chains and whipping slave ships

Now who the slave bitch?

Straight from the lair or Himalayas

I got more keys than the mayor, let’s have a prayer

So devine, I put my pager, I hit her later

Dawn to dust I’m trying to get made, I been up for days

Damn I’ll never popped another pill, man that shit is real

Girl you know you fucking with La Flame, you know you know the drill

I reach to the heavens, lord forgive me I sin

May La Flame live forever, and always bring them in

God, niggas can’t fuck with me

I’ve got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me

I’m unsociable with like most of them

Cause I don’t socialize with them suckers, man

Normally, I’m with them mollies

This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft

Niggas remind me of nails at a spa so under-polished, novices

They barkin' up the wrong tree (double M)

Trust me if you with me then you goin' H

I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day

And I’m off Atlantic, 2−1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga

Not a P-O-K, I’m out for the VS

Get lifted, few zips like a c-check

Use piff, short words for the loose girls

All mine’s re-up, y’all regret

Don’t worry 'bout my team, my team is set

Don’t worry 'bout T, it’s in depth

When it come to the ma’fuckin' c-notes

We starters, it’s the ma’fuckin' glee club, goddamn

La Flame, don’t play no games

These niggas is lames

This niggas ain’t lords, we the new lords

(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)

(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)

(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)