LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFE!N (Feat. Playboi Carti)
Just come outsideFor the night (yeah)Take your timeGet your light (yeah)Johnny DangYeah, yeahI been out geekin'(Bitch)Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (yeah)Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (yeah)Fein, fein, fein, fein, feinFein, fein (yeah) , fein, fein, feinThe career's more at stake when 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 introducedyou to the you right now (mm, let's go)Oh my GodThat bitch bitin' (that bitch bitin')Well, alright (alright)Tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)In the nightCome aliveAin't asleepAin't a, ain't a, ain't, ain'tFein, fein, fein, fein, feinFein, fein, fein, fein, feinFein, fein, fein, fein, feinFein, fein, fein, feinFein, fein, fein, fein, feinSyrupWoahWhat?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 shit and gettin' it livehold up (shit)Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shitwe poppin' your tires, hold up (shit)Uh, hundred-round (woah) , feelin' like I'm on tenPlayin' both sides with these hoes (hold up)shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (hold up)I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep endShe not innocent, uh, she just tryna goFein (talkin' 'bout) , fein, fein (yeah)fein, fein (syrup, oh, oh, what? Syrup)Fein, fein (syrup) , fein, fein, fein (oh, oh)Fein, fein (talkin' 'bout) , fein, feinfein, fein (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, shawty (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 me, she tryna show mesomethin', hold up, hold up (oh)I got flows for days, these niggasain't on nothin', hold up, yeah (oh)Me and my boy locked in, you know we on onehold 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)Fein, fein, fein (huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (skrrt, skrrt) , uh, yeahSwitch out the bag, these niggasget rolled up, hold up (it's lit) , slattEverything hit, hold upEverything Homixide, Homixide(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein(Homixide, Homixide, HomixideHomixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
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