Featuring: Sheck Wes Juice WRLD

Songwriter: Juice WRLD Sheck Wes Travis Scott

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, playing with her friends, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Can't believe whatever I'm sayin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And they know whenever I land (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel laying with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost 21 grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chop and get screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs
Put it on God, He the one who put me on top
Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott
And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Can't believe whatever I'm sayin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And they know whenever I land (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Heartbreak hotel
Bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said "I got a nigga"
I said "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drank
The flippin' of paint
Grippin' the grain
Whipping the tank
My niggas gon' flame
Bitch, I'm with gang
Got your bitch on the plane

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Can't believe whatever I'm sayin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And they know whenever I land (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
The party never ends

Travis Scott

Jacques Berman Webster II (born April 30, 1992), popularly known as Travis Scott (previously stylized as Travi$ Scott) is a rapper and producer from Missouri City, Texas, located within the Houston Metropolitan area. Scott began producing and releasing beats via Myspace at 16.

He moved to Los Angeles after dropping out of The University of Texas at San Antonio following his sophomore year, adopting the name Travi$ Scott in homage to his uncle named Travis, and his musical idol Kid Cudi (real name Scott Mescudi).

Travis Scott dropped out of the University of Texas at San Antonio without his parents knowing and moved to Los Angeles to make music. His parents made a surprise visit to see their son at his former university. They eventually found out that he lied to them. They cut off support towards him from that time on. He ended up sleeping on couches and lived miles away from people he knew.

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