90210 (feat. Kacy Hill)

(Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis)

Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021-

She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley

(Honestly, God bless)

Who left her hometown world all for that alley

Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties

(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)

Ooh, used to take the long way home

Long way home, all for that candy, mm (hahaha)

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy

Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh

He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone

Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley

Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm

Baby's hooked on feeling low

Do, do, do

Do, doo

In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley

In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh

It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley (baby's hooked on feeling low)

Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (I gotta tell ya)

Ooh, aah

Ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah

My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard

I'm worried you forget about me"

I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh

What happened? Now my daddy happy

Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me

I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now

All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now

Friends turning into fraud niggas

Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different

All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it

I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch

Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys

Smiling at 'em laughing at me

I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch

All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah

Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four

He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo

Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down"

Now you know you love your own now

Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down

I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now

Whole crew, I swear they counting on me

Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me

Houses on me, he got them ounces on him

Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em

Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses

I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them

Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order

My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga