Quintana lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t, I got like—
La Flame, La Flame

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope
Step into my world where we get ghost
'Cause in my mind we float (Straight up)
Every time we step into 1OAK
They tweaking off the coke
f*ck I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread
So much let's have a toast
'Cause my n*ggas and momma know
If I wasn't here, n*gga I'd be dead (Straight up)
Now I'm in the building thinking billions
Counting millions, what a feeling
Remember when I never ever made sh*t?
Now me and my n*ggas rocking chains (Straight up)
And whipping slave ships
Now who the slave b*tch? (Straight up)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Straight from the lair or Himalayas
I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer (Bless up)
Kelly Divine off in my pager, I'll hit her later
Dawn to dusk I'm tryna get made, I been up for days (Straight up)
Damn I'll never pop another pill, man that sh*t is real
Girl, you know you f*cking with La Flame
You know you know the drill (La Flame)
I reach to the heavens, Lord forgive me, I sin
May La Flame live forever, and always bring 'em in

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana
Damn, she smoke my dope
Swear to God we go Rambo
If you disrespect the dope
[Verse 3: Wale & Travis Scott]
Look, y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me
I've got a bunch of b*tches tryna f*ck with me (Yeah)
I'm unsociable with like most of them
'Cause I don't socialize where them suckers be (Nope)
Lyrically I will demolish
This is the nail in the coffin, n*ggas is soft
n*ggas 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' eat (You goin' eat)
I got them sweatin' like these b*tches hearin' all-day
And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, n*gga
Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS (Yeah)
Get lifted, few zips like a Steep Tech (Yeah)
Use piff, short words for the loose girls (Yeah)
All mine's re-up, y'all regret (Yeah)
Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set (Yeah, n*gga)
Don't worry 'bout T, it's in-depth (Straight up)
When it comes to the mothaf*ckin' C-notes
We'll start us a mothaf*ckin' glee club
God damn

[Bridge: A$AP Bari & Travis Scott]
La Flame, don't play no games
These n*ggas is lames
These n*ggas ain't lords, we the new lords
Lord, self-sacrifice
Mercy me, oh, mercy me
Mercy me, oh, mercy me
Mercy me, oh, mercy me
Mercy me, oh, mercy me
Mercy me
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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