متن آهنگ FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti) از Travis Scott

متن آهنگ FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti) از Travis Scott

Just come outside, for the night (yeah) Take your time, get your light (yeah) Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah I been out geekin' Bitch Fien, fien, fien, fien, fien (yeah) Fien, fien, fien, fien, fien (yeah) Fien, fien, fien, fien, fien Fien, fien (yeah), fien, fien, fien ♪ 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', not 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 like 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 Yeah, 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 shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (shit) Yeah, you try to come 'round 'bout this shit, they poppin' ya tires, hol' up (shit) Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock 'em on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (hol' up) Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (hol' up) I been goin' crazy, shawty, I been handlin' these bands She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go- Fien (talkin' 'bout), fien, fien (yeah), fien (fien, yeah, oh, oh, what? Yeah) Fien, fien (yeah), fien, fien (fien, oh, oh) Fien, fien (talkin' bout), fien, fien, fien, fien (talkin' 'bout, let's go) I just been icin' my hoes I just been drippin' my ho (drippin' my hoes) This is a whole 'nother level, shorty (oh) I got these hoes on they toes (hoes on they toes) I put this bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the 0, hol' up, hol' up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me sum', hol' up, hol' up I got flows for days, these niggas ain't know nun', hol' up, hol' up Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up 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, uh, hol' up, yeah (wow) Fien, fien, fie- (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double 0, Cactus, shit we towed up (skrrt, skrrt) Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (it's lit, hol' up, slatt) Everything lit, hol' up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Fien, fien, fien, fien (fien, fien) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) ♪