Post Malone - Insane (Ft. XXXTENTACION & Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
(Yeah, we want to go insane)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Take your b*tch, give her back, insane
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bast*rd, hey (Wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Bring that ass, meet me back stage
A million racks, I need it cash, cake
Yeah, we both got a car, but it's different
Yeah, we both got a house, but it's different
Yeah, we both got teeth, but it's different
(Both got teeth, both got teeth, yeah)
I wanna see somethin' in a short skirt, please
I wanna see somethin' in a shirt skort, please (Wow)
Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely
Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely (Skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Take your b*tch, give her back, insane (Wow)
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range (Wow)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bast*rd, hey (Wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range (Ooh)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey (Wow)
[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Second verse, second verse, yay
Second verse, second verse, again
Put her on game, this is not the same though
This is a Mulsanne, diamonds make a rainbow
Keep my Glocky tucked like a baby in a manger
When your girl around me, she treat you like a stranger
I got 20, 30 strippers in the Sprinter van
It's a little cramped to try to teach me how to dance
Ooh, you talkin' that sh*t, but
You ain't gonna do sh*t, ooh (Gonna do sh*t, ooh)
I ain't even gotta get up (Get it)
Ain't nobody scared of you, ooh (Damn)

[Chorus: Post Malone & XXXTENTACION]
Take your b*tch, give her back, insane (Wow)
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bast*rd, hey (Wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range (Wow)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey (Hey) (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Criss-cross applesauce
Ride up on my croggy, uh
Eat the plate, no Rick Ross
I got some ape, no Harambe, uh
Nobody sayin', that she said
She wanna tug my denim, mm
If you think that X is broke
Then look at my motherf*ckin' banknote
Okay, like, are you okay, Annie?
In a Phantom like I'm Danny, huh
I'm tryna f*ck your granny
Tryna get Dagger di*k in her whole panties, huh
Said she really wanna touch eem body
But I just want brain like a nerd, rocka
Shout-out to 333rd
I'm flippin' the bird, the bird is the word, huh
I just came, she clean it up like Billy Mays, ha, ha
She got lockjaw, I put my di*k all in her face, ha, ha
Her pus*y hurt, might need a Band-Aid, I'm pus*y bandit, yuh, yuh
Don't kill my vibe, lil' b*tch, why are you tripping?
You makin' me frantic, yeah, ayy
Uno, dos, tres, huh, b*tches givin' neck, uh
If it's for a check, uh, I might break a sweat, uh
Like I’m Boonk, yeah, tune, yeah
I might leave you mad as f*ck, oh true, yeah
These f*ck n*ggas hittin' like they saying "ayy" (Ayy)
[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, this sh*t way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, b*tches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pus*y!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this sh*t together? I'm the glue

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Take your b*tch, give her back, insane (Wow)
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range (Wow)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bast*rd, hey (Wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batsh*t in the backseat, range (Ooh)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey (Wow)