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
 
 (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