Victory Lap

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar, XXXTENTACION & DJ Drama]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)
Yeah, baby, Very Rare, Members Only, yeah, baby, yeah, baby
I'm with Ryan Santan in the motherfuckin' booth, yeah, baby
I got blood on my boots, baby, yeah, baby (Gang, gang, gang)
Yeah, baby, throw that ass back on a tricycle, baby, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Gangsta Grillz

[Chorus 1: XXXTENTACION & Ski Mask The Slump God, DJ Drama]
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (Yeah, yeah, huh, ayy, Gangsta Grillz)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, bitch, Gangsta Grillz)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fuckеd up (Yeah, bitch)
Fucked up, fucked up, fuckеd up, yeah (Huh, yeah, bitch, yeah, Gangsta Grillz)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Bitch, yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Gangsta Grillz)

[Chorus 2: Post Malone]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothing
Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Uh, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Uh-huh)
They ain't never had the dedication (Uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (Uh, uh, uh)

[Interlude: DJ Drama]
Pardon me, excusez-moi
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Everyone wanna act like they important (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everyone countin' on me drop the ball, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everything custom like I'm at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make cents when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Chorus: Post Malone & Quavo]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothing
Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Congratulations)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Ooh)
They ain't never had the dedication (Uh, uh, ayy)
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo & DJ Drama]
I was patient (Yeah, oh)
I was patient (Ayy, uh)
Now I can scream that we made it (We made it)
Now everywhere, everywhere I go, they say 'gratulation (Uh)
Young nigga, young nigga graduation (Yeah, Gangsta)
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (Ball)
I'm looking for someone to call, baby (Brr)
But right now, I got a situation (Ayy)
Nothin' but old Ben, Ben Franklins (Cash)
Big rings (Woo), champagne (Champagne)
My life is like a ball game (Ball game)
But instead, I'm in the trap, though (Trap, though)
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl (Super Bowl)
Super Bowl, call the hoes (Brr), get in the Rolls (Skrrt)
Top-floor lifestyle (Top), Huncho and Post (Yeah, ayy)
Malone (Ayy), I got a play on my phone (Ayy)
You know what I'm on (Ayy), Huncho Houdini, it's gone (Ayy)

[Chorus 1: XXXTENTACION & Ski Mask The Slump God]
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (Yeah, yeah, huh, ayy,)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (Yeah, bitch)

[Chorus 2: Post Malone & Quavo]
"Congratulations" (Ayy, uh, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Uh-huh, ooh)
They ain't never had the dedication (Ayy, uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (Yeah, uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (Ayy)