DUMBO Lyrics – Travis Scott

Read the full DUMBO 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 CHAMPAIN & VACAY and KICK OUT, two other songs by Travis Scott.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
Yeah
Man, let’s go

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)
Tour and drop like I do (I)
Forty in a seven like I do (Seven)
‘Caine, she sniff, she hachoo (Hachoo, let’s go)
Still TEC pop when they try you (Woo)

Big toting, nothing by you (It’s lit)
Pristine cut out of the bayou (Skit)
That Oyster right on the dial (Oyst’)
That marble right on the tile (Moist)
That body too great (Huh)
They private, then I fly you (Huh)
They whole ‘fit did not style (Huh)
Took codeine, it’s been a while (Huh)

[Chorus]
I bet she going dumbo (Dummy)
I bet she going dumbo (That b!tch a dummy)
I bet she going dumbo (Woo)
I bet she going dumbo (Straight up)
I bet she going dumbo
I bet she going dumb

[Refrain]
Come on, let it fall to the waistline
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
Confetti, let it fall to your waistline
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine

[Interlude]
Right, right
Woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woo)

[Verse]
Shawty, she nice, shawty, she love the green, shawty, she like that white
Shawty geek mode, shawty geek-geek-geek mode, time to go get that flight
Tryna get home, tryna get right back home, know they gon’ get me hype (Hype, hype)
Yeah, yeah, gotta sleep with one eye open
Can’t trust her, she stolen, but I’m already in too much motion
That b!tch tryna get her a promotion, twist my gas, pour my potion
Can’t tell if I’m hot or cold, hip on fire, wrist on frozen
Don’t know if she thick or slim, waist go in, ass exploding
I just went up again, just popped ten, no ibuprofen
Back-to-back skin on skin, can I swim in this ocean?
That come-down no emotion, yeah, yeah
See, the whip ain’t no regular body, the whip got a kit like BBL
One digit on back of the truck and she’s backing it up, no CDL
She with us, I say, “Who do you love?” And she tired of lust, I know she meant well
See the difference when you on this side, lil’ baby, the truth ain’t hard to tell
Chain on ice cream, can’t melt, your n!gga don’t like me, oh, well
Ain’t no peace prize, Nobel, no more gang-gang, cartel
Promise you it won’t go well, s*it get sticky, caramel
Say your prayers, farewell, body color of pastel

[Refrain]
Come on, let it fall to the waistline
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)
Tour and drop like I do (Ah)
Forty in a seven like I do (Seven)
‘Caine, she sniff, she hachoo (High, hachoo)
Still TEC pop when they try you (Woo)
Big toting, nothing by you (It’s lit)
Pristine cut out of the bayou (Skit)
That Oyster right on the dial (Oyst’)
That marble right on the tile (Moist)
That body too great (Huh)
They private, then I fly you (Huh)
They whole ‘fit did not style (Huh)
Took codeine, it’s been a while (Huh)

[Chorus]
I bet she going dumbo (Dummy)
I bet she going dumbo (That b!tch a dummy)
I bet she going dumbo (Woo)
I bet she going dumbo (Straight up)
I bet she going dumbo
I bet she going dumb

[Outro]
Oyst’