THIRTEEN HUNDRED Lyrics – Travis Scott, Baby Keem

Read the full THIRTEEN HUNDRED lyrics by Travis Scott and Baby Keem along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Travis Scott’s music, you can also explore CHANCES and LIVING LIFE, two other songs by Travis Scott.

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
I’m a philosopher, she a brain doctor
​pg headquarters, in the field playing soccer
Heart of the team, number ten on my locker
Ayy, you n!ggas silly, boy, hot sauce on your—, boy
What you look like flying in? Stay your ass in null and void
Told myself these hoes ain’t s*it and n!ggas always making noise
Had to flip ten million with ’em, big investments with the (Woo)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & M.I.A.]
Cacti’s, not no iced tea (Hah), uh
Got ’em bamboozled like I’m Spike Lee (Ah), uh
You need more than Google just to find me (Ah), uh
I just call her “bae” to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icki-icki, general
I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh), uh
Me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, woo), uh
We’ve been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes, yeah

PART 2

[Verse 3: Baby Keem & Travis Scott]
They playing right long, they ain’t talking on the phone
We got Telfar bags, what’s your taste level on?
Mine is pgLang, no, you didn’t hear wrong
Ho, that bag thirteen-hundred, take your peachy ass home, yeah
Oh, you a sidekick, ho? Your Luigi ass on
Say he taking care of you, he just cut the gas on
Okay, baby, get your money, hit me when you’re back on
I’m jaded to the hustle, prove my critic ass wrong

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
And when they free us out, it’s gonna be a film, a Kodak, yeah
Shoot me pouring right above the rim like Pollack
I’ve been ripping and running, not slipping or sliding, athletic tendencies
I’ve been up since, cheffing it, whipping it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let’s go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It’s lit), it’s like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya, yeah, that’s how you know it’s us
At 4 a.m. I’m phoning ya, not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon’ wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes, yeah