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Just come outside for the night (Yeah)Take your time, get your light (Yeah)Johnny Dang, yeah, yeahI been out geekin' (Bitch)Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (Yeah)Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (Yeah)Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiendFiend, fiend (Yeah), fiend, fiend, fiendThe career's more at stakewhen you in your prime (At stake)Fuck that paper, babymy face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah)I been flyin' out of townfor 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)What I'm sippin' not kombuchaeither pink or brown (It's lit)I'm the one that introduced youto the you right now (Mmm, let's go)Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin')Well, alright (Alright)Tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)In the night, come aliveAin't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain'tFiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiendFiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiendFiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiendFiend, fiend, fiend, fiendFiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiendSyrup, woah, what?What?(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)What? (Yeah)Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)Yeah, I just been poppin' my shitand gettin' it live, hold up (Shit)Yeah, you try to come wrong'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit)Uh, hundred round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on tenPlayin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up)shorty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up)I've been goin' crazy, shortyI've been in the deep endShe not innocent, uh, she just tryna goFiend (Talkin' 'bout), fiend, fiend (Yeah)fiend, fiend (Syrup, oh, oh, what? Syrup)Fiend, fiend (Syrup)fiend, fiend, fiend (Oh, oh)Fiend, fiend (Talkin' 'bout), fiendfiend, fiend, fiend (Talkin' 'bout, let's go)I just been icin' my hoesI just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes)This is a whole 'nother level, shorty (Oh)I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)I put the bitch on the roadshe tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold upI got this ho with meshe tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)I got flows for daysthese niggas ain't knowin' nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh)Me and my boy locked inyou know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt)We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun upYou worried about that hothat ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass)Uh, pistols all in the kitchencan't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow)Fiend, fiend, fiend (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)Why the fuck these niggasactin' like they know us?Double O, Cactus, yeahwe towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeahSwitch out the bagthese niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slattEverything hit, hold upeverything Homixide, Homixide(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, HomixideHomixide, Homixide, Homixide)
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