[Refrain: Juice WRLD]

The party never ends

In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm seein'

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

And they know whenever I land

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)

[Refrain: Juice WRLD]

The party never ends

In a motel layin' 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 twenty-one 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

Chopped 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 that put me on top

Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps

Devil 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 7-1-3

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)

Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

And they know whenever I land (I land)

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 drink (The drink, yeah)

The flippin' of paint (Paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)

Whippin' the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah)

My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)

Got your bitch on a plane

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)

Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

And they know whenever I land (I land)

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)

[Segue: Juice WRLD]

The party never ends

[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)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

Family function, ain't no friends

Had a line around my ends

Turned 'em into M's

Why you tryna make amends?

What's that smell? It's heaven's scent

And, like I jump straight out the wind

Dodgin' Hell and sins

I can't go back there again

Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized

Take the one, feel vilified

You can't see my sons

Like the light don't hit they side

In the function, and I'm fried

It's a strive, it's not a drive

When they open wide

It's a riot, riot

[Outro: Sheck Wes]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

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