“SHYNE” talks about raw confidence, wild flexes, sexual power, and street-tough ambition all wrapped up in a chaotic, club-ready energy that mixes grit with glam. Featuring the unfiltered energy of rising rap queen GloRilla and sprinkled with ad-libs from Vybz Kartel and Bun B, this track doesn’t tiptoe; it stomps into the room, dripping in flexes, reckless behavior, and unapologetic heat. Lyrically, this song is wild and loaded with layered, outrageous metaphors that say more than what’s on the surface. This is the fourteenth track on JACKBOYS 2, the second collaborative compilation album by American record label Cactus Jack Records, known as hip-hop group JackBoys, and its founder, American rapper and singer Travis Scott.
Whether you’re enjoying it alone or with friends, this song is truly a highlight. The rhythm is smooth, the message resonates, and Travis ensures that every lyric conveys its heartfelt sentiment. Read the SHYNE lyrics by Travis Scott and GloRilla below, and experience his passion for music.
Lyrics of SHYNE by Travis Scott & GloRilla
[Intro: Travis Scott, Bun B & Vybz Kartel]
First Time I Went To Memphis
They Had, I Think It Was A Two Story Club
Th— Only The Downstairs Was Open And We Lookin’ Down And—
It Was A Moshpit, Yeah
Vybz Kartel A Talk
Remember, We Ah Rep With Cactus Jack
‘member So, Bwoy, Walk
I We Run The Bomboclaat, Black
Shyne, Shyne
Shyne, What? What?
Mm, What?
Ayy, Ayy
Shyne, What?
Shyne, What?
Shyne, Ayy
Shyne, What?
Ah, Ayy
Woah
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I Done Lost Some Flintstones Makin’ Bed Rock (Makin’ Rock)
At The Shared Block (Block), Not The Fairmont (‘mont)
Took Some Dade County Hoes To The Caribbean
And They Twins, And They Thicker Than The Clermonts
On A John Deere Tractor, Playin’ Head Hunt (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Tom Cruise, F**k Your Couch, I Do My Own Stunts
Three 6, A Gangsta Boo, She Took A Whole Blunt (It’s Lit)
This Is That Type Of Party, Yay (Party)
Ayy, Hold Up Them Rollies And Them Cartiers
I Still Think A Bustdown Flyer, Though, I Bought It Plain (Flyer)
On This Side, It’s Never Dry, Though, It Barely Rains (Dry)
I Be Lookin’ At The Flames Like We Can Do Some Things (It’s Lit)
Burn, Baby, Burn, Dj Table Turns (Burn)
You See Them Blunts In The Ashtray, That’s Every Opp We Earned (Yeah)
Ass Fat, Ain’t Got No Panties On, I Ain’t Got No Words (Nah)
Gold Wing Mercedes Benz, Way I Switch And Swerve (Skrrt)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Glorilla]
Woah-Oh
Woah-Oh
Swoop It Down
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Woah, Swing
Woah-Oh
Woah-Oh
Swoop It Down
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling (Glorilla)
Wobbling, Wiggling (On Gang, Gang)
Wobbling, Wiggling
Woah, Swing (On, On Gang)
[Verse 2: Glorilla & Travis Scott]
Gotta Book Those Seats For A Nice Ass Fee,
Need Me Some D, So I Had To Go To Canada First
He Nutted, I Swallowed Them Kids So Fast
Had To F**k Around Put Out An Amber Alert
It’s 5 A.M., B!tch, I’m Up In The Gym,
But A Lazy-ass Ho Would Discredit My Work (The F**k?)
Word On The Street, I’m The B!tch With The Heat,
You Wouldn’t Even Believe What I Charge For A Verse
(Woah-oh) Workin’ Hard, I’m Grindin’ (Hey)
Diamonds Hittin’, I’m Shinin’ (Who)
Gangsta B!tch, For Real,
These Hoes On These Beats Just Rhyming (Weak A—)
All My— All My Opps Be Dyin’ (Yup)
All My— All My Friends Be Lyin’ (For Sure)
Havin’ Flashbacks When I Was Just Ridin’ That D!ck,
Damn Near Had Forgot I Was Driving (Damn)
Don’t Ask Me ’bout No Ho I Used To F**k With, I Ain’t Got Nothin’ To Say
My Only Regret Is Being Too Young To F**k Matthew Mcconaughey
(On Gang, Hrrt)
Yeah, B!tch, Matthew Mcconaughey
[Chorus: Travis Scott, Travis Scott & Glorilla]
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Huh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop It Down
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Woah, Swing
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Swoop It Down
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Wobbling, Wiggling
Woah, Swing
Oh
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