Karaoké Fe!n Travis Scott & Playboi Carti

Just come outside for the night

Take your time

Get your light

Johnny Dang

Yeah yeah

I been out geekin'

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

The career's more at stake when you in your prime

Fuck that paper baby my face on the dotted line

I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind

It's like always they just want a piece of mine

I been focused on the future never on right now

What I'm sippin' not kombucha either pink or brown

I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now

Oh my God

That bitch bite

Well alright

Tryna vibe

In the night

Come alive

Ain't asleep

Ain't a, ain't a, ain't, ain't

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein, fein

Fein

Syrup

Huh

Fah

Frah

Frah

Woah

Geek

Geek

Huh

Hee hah

Hey I'm alright

Uh I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hold up

Yeah you try to come wrong 'bout this shit

We poppin' your tires

Hold up, shit

Uh hundred-round

Feelin' like I'm on ten

Playin' both sides with these hoes

Shawty I'm fuckin' your friend

I've been goin' crazy shawty

I've been in the deep end

She not innocent uh

She just tryna go

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Oh oh

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Ho oh

Syrup mah

Fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

I just been icin' my hoes

I just been drippin' my hoes

This is a whole 'nother level shawty

I got these 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

I got flows for days

These niggas ain't on nothin'

Hold up yeah

Me and my boy locked in

You know we on one

Hold up uh

We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up

You worried about that ho that ho done chose up

Uh pistols all in the kitchen

Can't give the zip code up

Hold up yeah

Fein, fein, fein

Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us

Double O, Cactus

Yeah we towed up uh yeah

Switch out the bag

These niggas get rolled up

Hold up, slatt

Everything hit, hold up

Everything Homixide, Homixide

Fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein

Homixide, Homixide

Homixide, Homixide

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide