BEEP BEEP Lyrics – Travis Scott

Read the full BEEP BEEP 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 CONTEST and DUMBO, two other songs by Travis Scott.

[Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii]
Pop out, she creeping (Pop out, she creeping)
When is she leaving? (When is she leaving, go)
Text is deceiving (This text’s deceiving, yeah)
Big booty b!tch, I need it (Big booty b!tch, I need it)
Wake up, why you sleeping? (Wake up, why you sleeping?)
This phone is beeping (Beep, beep, beep)
This phone is beeping (Beep, beep, beep; I’m on top again)
This phone is beeping

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bro selling bricks from the cell, right out the cell, rocking Margiel’, yeah

Drank got me moving like a snail, riding through Hell, drumming, stay loud (It’s lit)
My b!tch put it on well, walking with a smell, thugging with the felons
Rick Owens kith, Rick Owens kith, the floor I sleep on
The phone is beeping (Beeping), she call it a evening (Evening)
A n!gga like Pink P (Pink P)
New chain, we should link (Ball and chain)
Blue hundreds, is it leaning? (Blue) Stack it up, stinky (Straight up)
Icing her rinky (Rinky), put her on a lingy (Lingo)
Put her in a Lamb’, or the Benz and she slim but she thick, it depends
Look like you rock YSL with this tint (Alright)
We’ve been up four days in a row, how many more days until I’m a hit?
She sleeping in my crib like she ain’t got rent
Hold on, you hearing how these chains are slapping on my chest?
Wow
Double Cs, just in the Vers’ (Mm)
Got my name stitched in the Brabus (Uh-mm)
Went front-door to the Met (Met)
There ain’t no new ho I ain’t met (Met)
Put her front row of event
Babe, buy the clothes you can get, yeah
Baby, these braids, not dreads
You can come through, through the air, yeah
We drink cool, you’re rare, yeah
Jugging on both of the chair
Had to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy)

Well overdue for affair, yeah
No need for make-up or underwear (Uh-uh)
‘Cause I’ve been locked in at the crib (Wow)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii]
Pop out, she creeping (Pop it, pop it)
When is she leaving? (Leaving)
Huh, text is deceiving (Woah, leaving)
Big booty b!tch, I need it (Big booty b!tch, I need it)
Wake up, why you sleeping? (Uh)
This phone is beeping (Beep, beep, beep)
This phone is beeping (Beep, beep, beep)

[Verse 2: SahBabii & Travis Scott]
Phone on, on vibrate, make her legs vibrate
Fly them hoes out, make them ho migrate
She shake that ass, the bag gon’ gyrate
Water my neck, lil’ b!tch went dehydrated
I’m on the back like carbohydrates
In London, with killers, I don’t switch on my mates
Came out the trenches, bananas on ‘Ks
Fu*k a hundred n!ggas gon’ do with these apes?
Phone keep beeping, she twisting her face
She know that we sneaking, girl, stay in yo’ place
I get shawty geeking, the tentacle deep in
She ran, that b!tch squeaking, put oil on her brakes
These b!tch n!ggas speaking, my name in they mouth
Ain’t gon’ shower for days, now how my d!ck taste?
Rainbow diamonds, this s*it got me blinging
Stepped out at the jeweler, bought a gay parade (Wow)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & SahBabii]
Pop out, she creeping (Pop it, pop it)
So bored at the house, she leaving (Leaving, huh)
Text is deceiving (Wow, leaving, huh)
Got a ho in my kennel crossbreeding (Body bag)
Wake up, why you sleeping? (Uh-uh)
This phone is beeping (Beep, beep, beep)
Her phone is beeping
This phone is beeping (Beep, beep, beep)
Her phone is beeping, her phone is beeping (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Bun B]
But that would be where—
Jamaica— Jamaica would be where you would go to really hear, like
A lot of rap music and a lot of R&B
So, they— they play mainly dance music
Then, they have they rap set
And then, they go into reggae
And then they go back to— to the regular music
And s*it like that
That’s as close as you could get to twerking