CONTEST Lyrics – Travis Scott, SoFaygo

Read the full CONTEST lyrics by Travis Scott and SoFaygo 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 DUMBO and CHAMPAIN & VACAY, two other songs by Travis Scott.

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Lotta s*it on my conscience
Lotta s*it on my conscience
Lotta s*it on my conscience

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I’ve been winning my whole life, it ain’t no contest (B!tch)
Judging by your first impression, b!tch, I’m not impressed (B!tch)
I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best (B!tch)
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests (B!tch)
Ayy, b!tch, I’m courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your b!tch mortified ’cause I left after s*x
Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
B!tch, I’m antisocial, don’t be talking (Talking)
You a target, spin your block and park it (Bah, yeah)
Sipping all this codeine, don’t be coughing (Ugh)
Move with caution, coroner gon’ chalk it (Straight up)
I been winning my whole life, it ain’t no contest (‘Test)
Judging by your first impression, b!tch, I’m not impressed (Impressed)
My lil’ fine s*it bad as fu*k, face, ass pressed (Pressed)
I just paid a million for some s*it I gotta test (Skrrt)
Yeah, I know they fiending still, but I got the fix
And you know it’s never chill when I’m out the mix
We been running lobbies, still flooding out the pit
Putting this s*it on, getting too real, my b!tch taking pics
I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos, I’m tryna get my medal
Young Jacques out the Meadow, came up off of riddles
Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin to
All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I’ve been winning my whole life, it ain’t no contest
Judging by your first impression, b!tch, I’m not impressed

I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests
I’m sitting courtside, can hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your b!tch mortified because I left after s*x
Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Interlude: SoFaygo]
Woo (Catch)
Let’s go (Catch), yeah
Woo (Catch), yeah
Yeah (Catch), let’s go

[Verse 2: SoFaygo]
Ran up bands, it’s not a contest
Couple bags, I ran up a check (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
That’s some s*it you gotta respect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don’t do the s*it that you expect, yeah
Hop in the ‘Rari, then I fu*k up the street
Diamonds on fleek and my lil’ b!tch elite
When we pull up, we gon’ make ’em retreat
We ’bout to go animal, ’bout to go beast
Uh, you know they take out the bank, huh
Fu*k ’round and pop out a tank, yeah
You know my gas, it be dank, uh
I might just fu*k ’round and blank, woah
I don’t see nothing but that pape’, I gotta get it up, yeah
Told her, “As soon as I land, I need you to eat me up”, yeah
In this black truck, you can’t see, I got the windows up, yeah
Told the driver hit the gas, I almost spilled my cup

[Chorus: Travis Scott & SoFaygo]
I’ve been winning my whole life, it ain’t no contest
Judging by your first impression, b!tch, I’m not impressed
I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests
I’m sitting courtside, can hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your b!tch mortified because I left after s*x
Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch
I’ve been winning my whole life, it ain’t no contest
Judging by your first impression, b!tch, I’m not impressed
I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests
I’m sitting courtside, can hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your b!tch mortified because I left after s*x
Man, that b!tch yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I’ve been winning my whole life, it ain’t no contest
Judging by your first impression, b!tch, I’m not impressed
I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests
I’m sitting courtside, can hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your b!tch mortified because I left after s*x
Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch