Travis Scott, Sheck Wes, and Don Toliver teamed up for the new song, “2000 EXCURSION,” and the music video has been released!
2000 EXCURSION is a fresh release from Travis Scott’s upcoming second collaborative compilation album, JACKBOYS 2, which will be coming sometime this summer.
Have you wondered what “2000 Excursion” means? So, it’s a reference to the Ford Excursion, a huge SUV known for space, strength, and status. In the song, it symbolizes rolling deep, luxury movement, and being fully equipped (weapons, drugs, music, and crew).
Travis Scott returns to his classic era with this track, a wild ride of high-energy production, druggy atmospheres, and luxury-stacked flex bars. Sheck Wes bursts in with his signature raw street energy, bringing that loud, unfiltered aggression that shakes the track up. And then comes Don Toliver, floating over the chaos with his melodic, dreamy vocals, adding an unexpected emotional undercurrent. The trio’s dynamic creates a full-on night-out experience that’s not controlled. It’s the kind of song that blurs the line between club banger and fever dream. This isn’t a vibe you control—it controls you.
Lyrics of 2000 EXCURSION by Travis Scott, Sheck Wes & Don Toliver
[Intro: Sheck Wes]
And When The Goddamn Excursion Came,
That Was— Nigga, That Was It For Them
They Damn Sure Wasn’t Flying ’cause
Now They Can Bring As Many Niggas As They Want
They Got Enough Room For Clothes,
DJ Turntables, Sticks, Weed, Liquor, All That Shit
All In One Motherfukin’ Truck, Nigga
Fye (Yeah)
Fye
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Ayy, Ayy, What?
2000 Excursion (Whip It), Forty For A Bird (Bird, Yeah)
Tryna Hit The Booby, B!tch, Just Say The Word (Don’t Say It)
Peeped It For My Brother First, It’s The Early Bird, Ayy (Brr, Yeah, Woo)
Ayy (Woo), Ayy (Woo, Brr), Ayy (What’s Up? Yeah)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
I Don’t Get The Bag (Woo), Get The Duff’ (Woo)
My Baby Can’t Do Me Enough (B!tch)
The Best, They Pourin’ Me Up
No Plastic (Uh), Styrofoam Cup
I’m On The Southside Whippin’ The Truck (Skrrt)
On Tracks, Not Givin’ A Fuk (Skrrt)
On Wax, Not Givin’ A Fuk (Woo, Fuk)
Like Jeleel!, Not Givin’ A Fuk, Yeah (Woo)
He Sleep With A Spanish B!tch In The Club
Bro Knowin’ Spanglish, That’s Good Enough (Ah)
We Took An Hour Out Of The After-Hours Just To Fuk Up All The Ones
I Got A Bunch, You Ain’t Doin’ Brunch
I Got A Front That Ain’t Gotta Front
I Put A Blunt In A Blunt
[Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Make It Last Tonight
Before You Pass Me By (Woo, Woo)
[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
Hey, I’m Tryna See Sum’, Sheck See Sum’
Go Crazy While You Out With The Jack’ Right Now
Gang-gang-gang On The Block With The Drop
Still Tryna Flip That Pack Right Now
I’m Tryna See Somersault, Hit The Vault
I’m Tryna See Some’ Jump Right Now
We Cause A Scene With The Team
You Know It’s A Panic Every Time That The Jack’
Touch Down (B!tch, Yeah, Yeah)
I’m Tryna Hit It, See A Vertebrae (Oww, Woo, Oww)
I Got Ho*s On Salary From Sydney Out To Paraguay (Woo)
Gotta Pay A Passage, Baby, You Can’t Be No Stow Away (Yeah)
You Can’t Bring That Baggage On This Voyage,
Just Take A Dose A Day (Yeah)
You Obey Me, Do What I Say (Woo)
I Score Goals Like Pelé, Zizou, Ginola, Galatasaray
I Gotta Just Stay Out While They Play
Marvin Gaye And Sip Chardonnay (B!tch)
I Touch Down All Over The Map (Mm),
My B!tch A Dog, My B!tch A Brat
She Send The Stacks
[Refrain: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
Make It Last Tonight (Yeah)
Before You Pass Me By (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Don Toliver, Sheck Wes, Both]
Make It Last Tonight (Yeah), Before You Pass Me By
(Before You Pass Me By, What’s Goin’ On?)
Late Night In The Alleyway, Car’s Parked In The Corner (Yeah)
(Everytime That I Touch Down)
I Been Waitin’ Three Hours, I Been Waitin’ On Ya (Yeah)
(Jack’ Touchdown)
Jackboys In Texas, Jackboys In California (Yeah)
Woah, It Was Nice To Know Ya, Uh
When The Jack’ Touch Down (Hey)
I’m Tryna See Sum’, Sheck See Sum’, Go Crazy (Yeah)
I’m Tryna See Sum’, Sheck See Sum’, Go Crazy, Hey
[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Back In The Mix, You Fell Through When We Fell
You Dipped From Somewhere Else
Lit For Someone Else
Ridin’ With My Straps On, I’m Not Really By Myself
Hand On My Belt
Price On My Health
Crackin’ The Seal, Guess I Sip By Myself
Ten Different Chanels On This Trip
So Why Am I Still Trippin’ On Myself?
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ayy, Ayy, What?
2000 Excursion (Ha), Forty For A Bird (Bird)
Tryna Hit The Booby, B!tch, Just Say The Word (Don’t Say It)
Peeped It For My Brother First (Ah), It’s The Early Bird (Brr)
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy (Brr), Ayy, What’s Up? (Yeah)
FAQs about ‘2000 EXCURSION’ by Travis Scott
