Travis Scott ● Fen

[Intro: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Just come outside, for the night (Yeah)
Take your time, get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, huh-uh
I been out geekin'
Bitch!

[Chorus: Playboi Carti, Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
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[Intro: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Just come outside, for the night (Yeah)
Take your time, get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, huh-uh
I been out geekin'
Bitch!

[Chorus: Playboi Carti, Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'
Fien', fien' (Yeah), fien', fien', fien'

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
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 bih' 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—

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

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Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'
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[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
Syrup, woah, what?
What?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What?
(Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
(Yeah, hol' up, yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
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—

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Fien', fien' (Yeah, talm 'bout), fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh, what?)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh)
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Talkin' bout, talm 'bout, let's go)




[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
I just been icin' my hoes
I just been drippin' my ho (Drippin' my ho)
This is a whole 'nother level, shawty
I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)
I put this bitch on the road
She tryna fuck on the O, 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 (Bitch-ass)
Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't get it to cold, uh, hol' up, yeah (Wow)
Fien', fien', fien' (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?
Double 0, Cactus, this shit we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It's lit, hol' up, slatt)
Everything hit, hol' up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien'
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

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