Travis Scott - FE!N ft. 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 hoes (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 hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (drippin' my ho) 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 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)