FE!N Lyrics
Just come outside
For the night (Yeah)
Take your time
Get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang
Yeah, yeah
I been out geekin’
Bitch
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein (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)
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 (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 alive
Ain’t asleep
Ain’t a— Ain’t a— Ain’t a—
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein
Syrup, whoa, what?
What?
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
What? Yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)
Yeah, I just been poppin’ my shit and been 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 (Whoa)
Feelin’ like I’m on ten
Playin’ both sides with these hoes, shorty, I’m fuckin’ your friend (Hold up)
I’ve been goin’ crazy, shorty, I’ve been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Talkin’ ’bout, yeah, syrup, oh-oh (What?)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Syrup, oh-oh)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout (Let’s go)
I just been icin’ my hoes, I just been drippin’ my hoes (Drippin’ my hoes)
This is a whole ‘nother level, shorty, I got these hoes on they toes (Oh, hoes on they toes)
I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up
I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin’, hold up, hold up (Oh)
I got flows for days, these n***** ain’t knowin’ nothin’, hold up, yeah (Oh)
Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold 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, hold up, yeah (Wow)
Fein, fein, fein (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Why the fuck these n***** actin’ like they know us?
Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Switch out the bag, these n***** get rolled up, hold up, slatt (It’s lit)
Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Everything Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide