Song Details: Don’t You Open Up That Window Lyrics by Travis Scott. The song name is Antidote sung by Travis Scott.


Don’t you open up that windowDon’t you let out that antidotePoppin’ pills is all we knowIn the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)Don’t go through the front door (Through the back!)It’s lowkey at the night showSo don’t you open up that windowDon’t you let out that antidote

(Yeah) Party on a Sunday (That was fun!)Do it all again on Monday (One more time!)Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!)I might do it all again (That’s boss shit)I just hit a three peatFucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry!)I don’t do no old hoes (Oh, no, no!)My nigga, that’s a no-no (Straight up!)She just want the coco (Cocaina!)I just want dinero (Paper hunting!)(Wait) Who that at the front door?If it’s the feds, oh-no-no-no (Don’t let ’em in, shhh)

Don’t you open up that windowDon’t you let out that antidotePoppin’ pills is all we knowIn the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)Don’t go through the front door (In the back!)It’s lowkey at the night show

At the night showAt the night show (Higher)At the night showOoh, at the night show (Get lit my nigga)Ooh, at the night show


Anything can happen at the night showEverything can happen at the night showOoh, at the night showAnything can happen at the night showOoh, at the night showOoh, your bitch not at home, she at the night showOoh (Straight up!), fuckin’ right, hoOoh, had to catch a flight for the night showOoh (I stun!), let’s get piped thoughBottles got us right though, we ain’t sippin’ light thoughI ain’t got no type thoughOnly got one night though, we can do it twice thoughIt’s lit

At the night showOoh, at the night showAt the night showOoh, at the night showAt the night showEverything can happen at the night showOoh, at the night showAnything can happen at the night show

Stackin’ up day to day, young niggaYou know you gotta go get it, go get it, my niggaThey hatin’, they stinkin’, they waitin’Don’t be mistaken, we dyin’, they stayin’Lord I’m on fire they think that I’m SatanCallin’ me crazy on different occasionsKickin’ the cameraman off of my stagesCause I don’t like how he snappin’ my anglesI’m overboard and I’m over-impatientOver my niggas and these kids my agesDealin’ with Mo’ shit that’s more complicatedLike these two bitches that might be relatedH-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number oneIt’s late night, got a late showIf you wanna roll, I got a place where


Poppin’ pills is all we knowIn the hills is all we know (Hollywood!)Don’t go through the front door (Through the back!)It’s lowkey at the night showSo don’t you open up that windowDon’t you let out that antidote