Download Lagu Travis Scott - FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

Lirik FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

Just come outside for the night (yeah)
Take your time, get your light (yeah)
Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah
I been out geekin' (bitch)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N (yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

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' outta 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)
What 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 bitin' (that bitch bitin')
Well, alright (alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)
In the night, come alive
Ain't asleep, ain't a-, ain't a-, ain't-ain't

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

Schyeah, whoa, what? What?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
What? (Yeah), whoa, whoa (yeah-yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Hit, yeah, hol' up (yeah)

Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hol' up (shit)
Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hol' up (shit)
Uh, hunnid-round (whoa), feelin' like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these hos (hol' up), shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (hol' up)
I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go

FE!N (talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N (schyeah), FE!N, FE!N (schyeah, oh-oh, what? Schyeah)
FE!N, FE!N (schyeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (oh-oh)
FE!N, FE!N (talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (talkin' 'bout, let's go)

I just been icin' my hos, I just been drippin' my hos (drippin' my ho)
This is a whole 'nother level, shawty (oh), I got these hos on they toes (hos 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 somethin', hol' up, hol' up (oh)

I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin', hol' up, yeah (oh)
Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hol' up, uh (slatt-slatt)
We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (slatt, bitch-ass)

Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hol' up, yeah, slatt (wow)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (huh, huh, huh, huh? Yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?
00CACTUS, yeah, we towed up (skrrt-skrrt), uh-yeah
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hol' up (it's lit), slatt
Everythin' hit, hol' up, everythin' Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)