WHERE WAS YOU Lyrics – Travis Scott

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[Intro]
You should’ve—
You should’ve been there, yeah
You should’ve been there, my n!gga (Yeah, right)
You should’ve—
You should’ve been there
‘Cause if you who you say you-you are, then you should’ve been there
(Wake up, FILTHY)

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oh, he started from the bottom? How I scratched him over, uh
Put a chain on my baddy, ’cause she never tote, ooh

Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador
I been fu*king this ho, I wish you’d done and gave me a call
Flexing, take a jet to Mexico
Stop texting, ’cause I’m not tryna check my phone
I’m in L.A. and I got ten hoes in the Mali home

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Cactus double O, it’s deeper than a Forza Navy
All this brown and black around the b!tch, but nothing shady
Can you spin for me, baby? Talking ’bout one eighty
But I own a Jag’, ’cause ain’t no peace in that Mercedes
Shawty off that raw, in that game, she gon’ have a ball
Fu*k me good, you won’t get a check, but you can meet the squad
Flight is booked, we gon’ get it first, where we taking off?
When you shopping, they call you the mall, ’cause you get ’em all
Where was you when we was on the floor, when the rent was low?
Where was you? We was in the mode and we had no more
Where was you when I take to low, after s*it got gold?
Got outta lock, went to Zona House, he was dead for sure
Eighteen meetings in New York, where I done had a dope

Where was you when Dozy took it for me, he was dead for sure
Where was you when I needed the hard drives, when I met with Hov?
Ask Bizzy, that n!gga was busy, even on Parole
But came through, put it on ground like he designed a road
Phase two, ten years later, he put Rovers on the road
Phase two, his lil’ bro done topped it, now he the big bro
Out the bottom, really out the mud, really out the cold

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oh, he started from the bottom? How I scratched him over, uh
Put a chain on my baddy, ’cause she never tote, ooh
Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador
I been fu*king this ho, I wish you’d done and gave me a call
Flexing, take a jet to Mexico
Stop texting, ’cause I’m not tryna check my phone
I’m in L.A. and I got ten hoes in the Mali home

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh

[Verse 2: Future & Travis Scott]
(Woo, Pluto)
Bunch of rich n!ggas, ho chose her (Ho)
Flexing, Space Cadet, Jetson, woah
I swapped her and her sister, I don’t miss it, woah
She lesbian, her best friend, they texting, woah
I still fu*k that ho and she catch me (Uh)
When gatties get shorty, I’m with it, yeah
Finessing, a long live Jugg King (Uh)
Started from the mud, started from the mud (Ooh)
Going to the club, I’ma make the money flood
Pouring out the Tus’, pink lemon crush (Ooh)
Drinking out in Texas, how’d it feel back in there?
South of Francis (Woo), we go Monaco, on another planet
Fly our niece on a jet, we go Greece with the freaks
I got ten bottles of trap, I got ten bottles on me
Key ain’t no regular car, this Bugatti a low-key
Party just like a rockstar, in the middle of the sea
Party, it’s like a rockstar when we way overseas
Party like a rockstar when we out in European

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oh, he started from the bottom? How I scratched him over, uh
Put a chain on my baddy, ’cause she never tote, oh
Switch up on my ho, drive Aventador
I been fu*king this ho, I wish you’d done and gave me a call
Flexing, take a jet to Mexico
Stop texting, ’cause I’m not tryna check my phone
I’m in L.A. and I got ten hoes in the Mali home

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh
Yeah, killing all these hoes, they wanna eat my bone, huh