CONTEST

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Lotta shit on my conscience
Lotta shit on my conscience
Lotta shit on my conscience

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I’ve been winnin’ my whole life, it ain’t no contest (Bitch)
Judgin’ by your first impression, bitch, I’m not impressed (Bitch)
I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best (Bitch)
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests (Bitch)
Ayy, bitch, I’m courtside, can hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your bitch mortified ‘cause I left after sex
Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bitch, I’m antisocial, don’t be talkin’ (Talkin’)
You a target, spin your block and park it (Bah, yeah)
Sippin’ all this codеine, don’t be coughin’ (Ugh)
Move with caution, coronеr gon’ chalk it (Straight up)
I been winnin’ my whole life, it ain’t no contest (‘Test)
Judgin’ by your first impression, bitch, I’m not impressed (Impressed)
My lil’ fine shit bad as fuck, face, ass pressed (Pressed)
I just paid a million for some shit I gotta test (Skrrt)
Yeah, I know they fiendin’ still, but I got the fix
And you know it’s never chill when I’m out the mix
We been runnin’ lobbies, still floodin’ out the pit
Puttin’ this shit on, gettin’ too real, my bitch takin’ pics
I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos, I’m tryna get my medal
Young Jacques out the Meadow, came up off of riddles
Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin to
All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I’ve been winnin’ my whole life, it ain’t no contest
Judgin’ by your first impression, bitch, I’m not impressed
I don’t do no second chances, you can try your best
If you know me, we do headshots, we don’t try on vests
I’m sittin’ courtside, can hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh
Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex
Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Interlude: SoFaygo]
Woo (Catch)
Let’s go (Catch), yeah
Woo (Catch), yeah
Yeah (Catch), let’s go

[Verse 2: SoFaygo]
Ran up bands, it’s not a contest
Couple bags, I ran up a check (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
That’s some shit you gotta respect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don’t do the shit that you expect (Yeah)
Hop in the ‘Rari, then I fuck up the street
Diamonds on fleek and my lil’ bitch elite