[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pull out the zip, pull out the ride, roll out!
We so high, upper echelon. Straight up!
We so fuckin high, upper echelon.
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Dozin off them Xannies, just popped a bandie,
Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic.
Party at the Sphinx, damn, that's so outlandish,
She gon make it clap, clap, throw them bands,
Walkin through the Waldorf, they know my name here.
Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year,
Don't you come around me, ain't got the time, b, naw.
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown,
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child.
Ridin right behind her, pull up beside her,
We poppin champagne, damn you, apple cider!
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pull out the zip, pull out the ride, roll out!
We so high, upper echelon. Straight up!
We so fuckin high, upper echelon.
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Aight, Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga!
You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect
Or else I guarantee you'll get wet,
You fuckin with us, I suggest you invest in a vest,
A choppa no less than a TEC.
You niggas want trouble, in that I'm the best,
They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that,
I just might pull up wherever you at,
Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat.
Okay, hol' up, let me freeze up,
These niggas must have caught amnesia,
My face card in these streets, cuh,
A1 credit, no Visa.
Excuse me, shawty, don't get me started,
If yo shit sick, my shit retarded,
Muthafucka can't see the tree but before I get wrong,
Get shot then leave 'em in the forest,
Boom, wait till the end of the Earth,
Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt.
Hey, first thing first, this what I do,
I'm a king, muthafucka, who the hell are you?!
Check suckas off top, I bet I do,
Hustle Gang in it, bitch, you better lay down, fool,
We crème de la crème, fuck them fuck niggas,
Top shelf, upper echelon, can't fuck with us.
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pull out the zip, pull out the ride, roll out!
We so high, upper echelon. Straight up!
We so fuckin high, upper echelon.
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Uh, pull up in the ‘Rari, my ho beside me,
It's a two-seater, your bitch can't ride, ho, I'm sorry.
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court,
On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court,
Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes,
On the plane with your bitch and a carryon.
I do it for my city, then I fly away,
I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today,
I told 'em, ‘Let's pray!' I keep killin' verses,
Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses,
Pull out that 7, MAC-11,
Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven.
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pull out the zip, pull out the ride, roll out!
We so high, upper echelon. Straight up!
We so fuckin high, upper echelon.
La Flame, straight up!