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FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

Travis Scott, Playboi Carti


Just come outside for the night (yeah)

Take your time, get your light (yeah)

Johnny Dang, huh-uh

I been out geekin'


Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (yeah)

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (yeah)

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'

Fien', fien', fien', fien' (yeah)

The career's more at stake when you in your prime (at stake)

Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (dot, yeah)

I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (yeah, yeah, bitch)

It's like always they just want a piece of mine (ah)

I been focused on the future, never on right now (ah)

But I'm sippin' that kombucha, either pink or brown (it's lit)

I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (mm, let's go)

Oh my God, that bitch bite (that bitch bite)

But alright (alright), tryna vibe (tryna vibe this)

In the night, come alive

Ain't asleep, ain't a-, ain't a-, ain't-ain't-ain't-

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'

Fien', fien', fien', fien', fien'

Fien', fien', fien'

Syrup, whoa, what?


(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) what?

(Yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah)

(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)

(Yeah, hol' up, yeah)

Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (shit)

Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' ya tires, hol' up (shit)

Uh, hunnid round, whoa, feelin' like I'm on ten

Playin' both sides with these hoes (hol' up)

Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (hol' up)

I been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end

She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go

Fien', fien' (talm 'bout), fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (yeah, syrup, oh-oh, what?)

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (syrup, oh-oh)

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (talm 'bout, talm 'bout, let's go)

I just been icin' my hoes

I just been drippin' my ho (drippin' my ho)

This is a whole 'nother level, shawty

I got these hoes on they toes (hoes on they toes)

I put the bitch on the road

She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up

I got this ho with me, she tryna show me some', hol' up, hol' up

I got flows for days, these niggas ain't knowin' none, hol' up, hol' up

Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up (slatt, slatt)

We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up

You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (slatt, bitch-ass)

Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hol' up, yeah (wow)

Fien', fien', fien' (hol' up, hol' up, huh, yeah)

Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?

Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up, uh (skrrt, skrrt)

Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hol' up, slatt (it's lit)

Everything hit, hol' up

Everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien'

(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

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