SHYNE Lyrics – Travis Scott

Read the full SHYNE lyrics by Travis Scott 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 PBT and BEEP BEEP, two other songs by Travis Scott.

[Intro: Travis Scott, Bun B & Vybz Kartel]
First time I went to Memphis
They had, I think it was a two story club
Th— only the downstairs was open and we looking down and—
It was a moshpit, yeah
Vybz Kartel a talk
Remember, we ah rep with Cactus Jack
‘Member so, bwoy, walk
I we run the b0mboclaat, black
Shyne, Shyne
Shyne, what? What?
Mm, what?
Ayy, ayy
Shyne, what?
Shyne, what?
Shyne, ayy
Shyne, what?
Ah, ayy
Woah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I done lost some Flintstones making bed rock (Making rock)
At the shared block (Block), not the Fairmont (‘Mont)
Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean
And they twins and they thicker than the Clermonts
On a John Deere tractor, playing head hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tom Cruise, fu*k your couch, I do my own stunts
Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (It’s lit)
This is that type of party, yay (Party)
Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers
I still think a bustdown flyer, though, I bought it plain (Flyer)
On this side, it’s never dry, though, it barely rains (Dry)
I be looking at the flames like we can do some things (It’s lit)
Burn, baby, burn, DJ table turns (Burn)
You see them blunts in the ashtray, that’s every opp we earned, yeah
Ass fat, ain’t got no panties on, I ain’t got no words (Nah)
Gold wing Mercedes Benz, way I switch and swerve (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & GloRilla]
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling (GloRilla)
Wobbling, wiggling (On gang, gang)
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing (On, on gang)

[Verse 2: GloRilla & Travis Scott]
Gotta book those seats for a nice ass fee, need me some D, so I had to go to Canada first
He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast had to fu*k around put out an Amber alert
It’s 5 a.m, b!tch, I’m up in the gym, but a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (The fu*k?)
Word on the street, I’m the b!tch with the heat, you wouldn’t even believe what I charge for a verse
(Woah-oh) Working hard, I’m grinding (Hey)
Diamonds hitting, I’m shining (Who)
Gangsta b!tch, for real, these hoes on these beats just rhyming (Weak a—)
All my— all my opps be dying (Yup)
All my— all my friends be lying (For sure)
Having flashbacks when I was just riding that d!ck, damn near had forgot I was driving (Damn)
Don’t ask me ’bout no ho I used to fu*k with, I ain’t got nothing to say
My only regret is being too young to fu*k Matthew McConaughey (On gang, hrrt)
Yeah, b!tch, Matthew McConaughey

[Chorus: Travis Scott, Travis Scott & GloRilla]
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Huh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop it down
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Wobbling, wiggling
Woah, swing
Oh