“BEEP BEEP“: Travis Scott and SahBabii Deliver a Distinctive Collaboration on “JACKBOYS 2”
“BEEP BEEP,” a compelling collaboration between Travis Scott and SahBabii, is a notable inclusion on the JACKBOYS 2 album, which launched on July 13, 2025, under Cactus Jack Records and Epic Records.
This track distinguishes itself through its unique production and the seamless integration of both artists’ individual styles, contributing a fresh and infectious sound to the compilation.
The official music video for “BEEP BEEP” was released today, July 18, 2025, offering a visual experience that perfectly complements the song’s energetic atmosphere.
Fan reception has been varied, though many specifically commend SahBabii’s presence and contributions as a particularly outstanding aspect of the track.
“BEEP BEEP” is part of the extensive 17-song JACKBOYS 2 repertoire, a project where Travis Scott and his label collaborate with a diverse array of both emerging and established hip-hop artists.
This compilation effectively demonstrates the breadth and significant influence of the Cactus Jack collective within the contemporary music landscape.
Quotable Lyrics:
Bro sellin’ bricks from the cell, right out the cell, rockin’ Margiel’ (Yeah)
Drank got me movin’ like a snail, ridin’ through hell, tryna stay level (It’s lit)
My b*tch put it on well, walk in with a smell, thuggin’ with the fellas
Rick Owens kit (Rick Owens kit), the floor, I sleep on (The floor, I sleep on)
The phonе is beepin’ (Beepin’), she callin’ to eat me (Eat mе)
Enough, like Pinky, new chain, we should link (Ball and chain)
Blue hundreds, it’s leanin’ (Blue), stack it up, stinky (Straight up)
Ice her up, rinky (Rinky), put her on lingy (Lingo)
Put her in a Lam’ or the Benz, is she slim or she thick? It depends
Look like it ride by itself with this tint (Alright)
We’ve been up four days in a row, how many more days until I’m a hit?
She sleepin’ in my crib like she ain’t got rent
Hold on, you hear how these chains is slappin’ on my chest?
(Woo)
Double C’s switched in the verse
Got my name stitched in the ‘burbs
Went front door to the Met
But, no, no, h*e, I ain’t met
Put her front row at event
That’s ’bout close you can get, yeah
Baby, these braids, not dreads
You can come through to the ends
We drink cool, it’s rare
Chokin’ on both for the chair
Had to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy)
Well overdue for affair (Yeah)
No need for makeup or underwear
‘Cause I been locked in at the crib (Woo)
